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 Seymour Bridges
Beauty, the eternal spouse of the wisdom of God and angel of his presence thru’ all creation. — Robert Seymour Bridges
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I’d see the summer garden in rainbow clouds. — Robert Seymour Bridges
My delight and thy delight walking, like two angels white, in the gardens of the night. — Robert Seymour Bridges