Isabella Valancy Crawford

(25 December 1850 – 12 February 1887 / Dublin, Ireland)

Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems

41. Said The West Wind 5/14/2001
42. Said The Wind 4/20/2010
43. Some Of Farmer Stebbin's Opinions 4/20/2010
44. Songs For The Soldiers 12/31/2002
45. The Burgomeister's Well 4/20/2010
46. The Camp Of Souls 5/14/2001
47. The Canoe 12/31/2002
48. The City Tree 4/20/2010
49. The Dark Stag 5/14/2001
50. The Deacon And His Daughter 4/20/2010
51. The Earth Waxeth Old. 4/20/2010
52. The Farmer's Daughter Cherry 4/20/2010
53. The Ghosts Of The Trees 4/20/2010
54. The Helot 4/20/2010
55. The Hidden Room 4/20/2010
56. The Land Of Kisses 4/20/2010
57. The Lily Bed 12/31/2002
58. The Mother's Soul 1/1/2004
59. The Roman Rose-Seller 4/20/2010
60. The Rose 1/1/2004
61. The Rose 12/31/2002
62. The Shell 4/20/2010
63. The Sword 4/20/2010
64. The White Bull 4/20/2010
65. The Wishing Star. 4/20/2010
66. The Wooing Of Gheezis 4/20/2010
67. Two Songs Of Spain 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Isabella Valancy Crawford

The Canoe

My masters twain made me a bed
Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar;
Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder
Of dreams of rest; and me they spread
With furry skins, and laughing said,
'Now she shall lay her polish'd sides,
As queens do rest, or dainty brides,
Our slender lady of the tides!'

My masters twain their camp-soul lit,
Streamed incense from the hissing cones,
Large, crimson flashes grew and whirl'd
Thin, golden nerves of sly light curl'd
Round the dun camp, and rose faint zones,
Half way about each grim bole knit,
Like a shy child that would ...

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Songs For The Soldiers

IF songs be sung let minstrels strike their harps
To large and joyous strains, all thunder-winged
To beat along vast shores. Ay, let their notes
Wild into eagles soaring toward the sun,
And voiced like bugles bursting through the dawn
When armies leap to life! Give them such breasts
As hold immortal fires, and they shall fly,
Swept with our little sphere through all the change
That waits a whirling world.

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