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
Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru’ all creation. – 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
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I’d see the summer garden in rainbow clouds. – Robert Bridges
