Quotes By Robert Bridges
My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.
Robert Bridges
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
Robert Bridges
So sweet love seemed that April morn. When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change.
Robert Bridges