Nature
Triolet: When First We Met
From Shorter Poems, Book I
Nature
When first we met we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master;
Of more than common friendliness
When first we met we did not guess.
Who could foretell this sore distress,
This irretrievable disaster
When first we met?--We did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.
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MLA
Bridges, Robert. “Triolet: When First We Met.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bridges/146/.
Chicago
Bridges, Robert. “Triolet: When First We Met.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bridges/146/.
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