Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POOR CHILD, by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: On a mournful day Last Line: That I cannot love thee. Alternate Author Name(s): Bridges, Robert+(2) Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
On a mournful day When my heart was lonely, O'er and o'er my thought Conned but one thing only, Thinking how I lost Wand'ring in the wild-wood The companion self Of my careless childhood. How, poor child, it was I shall ne'er discover, But 'twas just when he Grew to be thy lover, With thine eyes of trust And thy mirth, whereunder All the world's hope lay In thy heart of wonder. Now, beyond regrets And faint memories of thee, Saddest is, poor child, That I cannot love thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A PASSER-BY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |
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