Robert Crawford

(1868 - 13 January 1930 / Australia)

Robert Crawford Poems

1. The U.S. Air Force 11/14/2015
2. Old-Fashioned Child. 4/21/2010
3. Christian Burial. 4/21/2010
4. Early Summer. 4/21/2010
5. Earth Rune. 4/21/2010
6. Death. 4/21/2010
7. Death. 4/21/2010
8. Deliberation. 4/21/2010
9. Dies Irae. 4/21/2010
10. Entranced. 4/21/2010
11. Cheery Old Age. 4/21/2010
12. Business And Pleasure. 4/21/2010
13. Work. 4/21/2010
14. Dream-Death 1/1/2004
15. Echo. 4/21/2010
16. Cleopatra. 4/21/2010
17. Counsel In Sorrow. 4/21/2010
18. Womanhood. 4/21/2010
19. Death. 4/21/2010
20. Experience. 4/21/2010
21. By The Sea. 4/21/2010
22. Egoism. 4/21/2010
23. Evening. 4/21/2010
24. Ever And Only. 4/21/2010
25. Father And Lover. 4/21/2010
26. Her Face. 4/21/2010
27. Her Grave. 4/21/2010
28. Honey-Suckles. 4/21/2010
29. On Marriage. 4/21/2010
30. On Olympus. 4/21/2010
31. Noonday Hills. 4/21/2010
32. Post Mortem. 4/21/2010
33. Quatrain. 4/21/2010
34. Quiet Joy. 4/21/2010
35. Song #2. 4/21/2010
36. Madrigal #1. 4/21/2010
37. Mors Dei. 4/21/2010
38. To A Baby. 4/21/2010
39. This Life. 4/21/2010
40. Thought's Austerity. 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Robert Crawford

A Song Of The Sea.

Here within the half-light 'tween the night and day
Upon the sands I lie, with thoughts that idly stirr'd
Seem, as in a dream, with life and death to play,
As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird.
In my heart I hear it, the murmur of the sea,
Ah! and memories of other lives are stirr'd,
As somewise there came a mystic voice to me
As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird.
Who but knows that in me is a ghost that hears
A voice it heard of old in the primeval word —
A memory so dim, it like a dream appears
As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird!

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At Camelot

Her maiden dreams were redolent of love,
Warm-bosomed as she breathed the passionate air
Of old romance, and did in fancy move
'Mong the gay knights who died for ladies fair;
Until she heard the thunder of the press,
And so became a lover; her heart rang
The note of love's alarm, his tenderness,
When in the onset all the tourney sang.
And she was one of the dead ladies who,

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