by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930)
My spirit kisseth thine
Language: English
My spirit kisseth thine, My spirit embraceth thee : I feel thy being twine Her graces over me, In the life-kindling fold Of God's breath ; where on high, In furthest space untold Like a lost world I lie : And o'er my dreaming plains Lightens, most pale and fair, A moon that never wanes ; Or more, if I compare, Like what the shepherd sees On late mid-winter dawns, When thro' the branched trees, O'er the white-frosted lawns, The huge unclouded sun, Surprising the world whist, Is all uprisen thereon, Golden with melting mist.
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Authorship:
- by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930), no title, appears in The Shorter Poems of Robert Bridges, first published 1890 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937), "My spirit kisseth thine", 1925 [ voice and piano ], from Two Songs, no. 2 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-13
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Word count: 95