by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930)

I praise the tender flower
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Language: English 
Our translations:  DUT
I praise the tender flower, 
That on a mournful day
Bloomed in my garden bower
And made the winter gay.
Its loveliness contented
My heart tormented.
I praise the gentle maid
Whose happy voice and smile
To confidence betrayed
My doleful heart awhile;
And gave my spirit deploring
Fresh wings for soaring.
The maid for very fear
Of love I durst not tell:
The rose could never hear,
Though I bespake her well:
So in my song I bind them
For all to find them.

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  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Wim Reedijk) , "Ik prijs de bloem met tere steel", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 85