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

His Wife And Baby

In the lone place of the leaves,
Where they touch the hanging eaves,
There sprang a spray of joyous song that sounded sweet and sturdy;
And the baby in the bed
Raised the shining of his head,
And pulled the mother's lids apart to wake and watch the birdie.
She kissed lip-dimples sweet,
The red soles of his feet,
The waving palms that patted hers as wind-blown blossoms wander;
He twined her tresses silk
Round his neck as white as milk­
'Now, baby, say what birdie sings upon his green spray yonder.'

'He sings a plenty ...

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The Camp Of Souls

1 My white canoe, like the silvery air
2 O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls
3 When the moons of the world are round and fair,
4 I paddle back from the 'Camp of Souls.'
5 When the wishton-wish in the low swamp grieves
6 Come the dark plumes of red 'Singing Leaves.'

7 Two hundred times have the moons of spring
8 Rolled over the bright bay's azure breath

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