Robert Fuller Murray

(1863 - 1894 / United States)

Robert Fuller Murray Poems

1. The Wasted Day 5/13/2015
2. For A Present Of Roses 1/3/2003
3. Make-Believes 4/21/2010
4. The Banished Bejant 4/21/2010
5. The Best Pipe 4/21/2010
6. The Close Of The Session 4/21/2010
7. Reflections Of A Magistrand 4/21/2010
8. Indolence 1/3/2003
9. Moonlight North And South 1/3/2003
10. Poets 1/3/2003
11. Make-Believes 1/3/2003
12. The Haunted Chamber 1/3/2003
13. The Burial Of William - The Conqueror 1/3/2003
14. Song Is Not Dead 1/3/2003
15. The Fiddler 1/3/2003
16. Song From ‘the Princess’ 4/21/2010
17. Sweetheart 4/21/2010
18. Milton 4/21/2010
19. Music For The Dying 4/21/2010
20. On A Crushed Hat 4/21/2010
21. The Caged Thrush 1/3/2003
22. In Time Of Doubt 1/3/2003
23. Love's Worship Restored 1/3/2003
24. In Time Of Sorrow 1/3/2003
25. Requiem 1/3/2003
26. The End Of April 4/21/2010
27. My Lady 1/3/2003
28. Dawn Song 1/3/2003
29. Lost At Sea 4/21/2010
30. Pleasant Prophecies 4/21/2010
31. Where's The Use? 1/3/2003
32. Imitated From Wordsworth 1/3/2003
33. Partnership In Fame 1/3/2003
34. Stanzas For Music 4/21/2010
35. An Orator’s Complaint 4/21/2010
36. Midnight 1/3/2003
37. An Interview 1/3/2003
38. Sleep Flies Me 1/3/2003
39. Cairnsmill Den 1/3/2003
40. The Crown Of Years 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Robert Fuller Murray

A Late Good Night

My lamp is out, my task is done,
And up the stair with lingering feet
I climb. The staircase clock strikes one.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

My solitary room I gain.
A single star makes incomplete
The blackness of the window pane.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

Dim and more dim its sparkle grows,
And ere my head the pillows meet,
My lids are fain themselves to close.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

My lips no other words can say,
But still they murmur and repeat
To you, who slumber far away,
Good ...

Read the full of A Late Good Night

Nightfall

Let me sleep. The day is past,
And the folded shadows keep
Weary mortals safe and fast.
Let me sleep.

I am all too tired to weep
For the sunlight of the Past
Sunk within the drowning deep.

Treasured vanities I cast
In an unregarded heap.
Time has given rest at last.
Let me sleep.

[Hata Bildir]