My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.
Robert BridgesUnto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness.
Robert BridgesBeauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.
Robert BridgesThe lonely season in lonely lands, when fled Are half the birds, and mists lie low, and the sun Is rarely seen, nor strayeth far from his bed; The short days pass unwelcomed one by one.
Robert Bridges