Gustav Holst
(1874 - 1934)

Thou didst delight my eyes
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Holst wrote this setting of Bridges' poem in 1903.
Lyrics: Robert Bridges

Thou didst delight my eyes:
Yet who am I? nor first
Nor last nor best, that durst
Once dream of thee for prize;
Nor this the only time
Thou shalt set love to rhyme.

Thou didst delight my ear:
Ah! little praise; thy voice
Makes other hearts rejoice
Makes all ears glad that hear;
And short my joy: but yet,
O song, do not forget.

For what wert thou to me?
How shall I say? The moon,
That pour'd her midnight noon
Upon his wrecking sea;
A sail, that for a day
Has cheered the castaway.