Robert Bridges
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"Robert Seymour Bridges", Order of Merit (Commonwealth)/OM (23 October 1844 – 21 April 1930) was Britain's poet laureate from 1913 to 1930. A doctor by training, he achieved literary fame only late in life. His poems reflect a deep Christian faith, and he is the author of many well-known hymns. It was through Bridges’ efforts that Gerard Manley Hopkins achieved posthumous fame.

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The hill pines were sighing, / O'ercast and chill was the day: / A mist in the valley lying / Blotted the pleasant May.

The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a flail, / The chimney shudders to the blast.

When men were all asleep the snow came flying, / In large white flakes falling on the city brown, / Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, / Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.

Spring goeth all in white, / Crowned with milk-white may: / In fleecy flocks of light / O'er heaven the white clouds stray.

I will not let thee go. / Had not the great sun seen, I might; / Or were he reckoned slow / To bring the false to light, / Then might I let thee go.

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.

When Death to either shall come -- I pray it be first to me.

The day begins to droop, - / Its course is done: / But nothing tells the place / Of the setting sun.

Wherefore to-night so full of care, / My soul, revolving hopeless strife?