Robert Fuller Murray

(1863 - 1894 / United States)

Robert Fuller Murray Poems

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

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A May-Day Madrigal

The sun shines fair on Tweedside, the river flowing bright,
Your heart is full of pleasure, your eyes are full of light,
Your cheeks are like the morning, your pearls are like the dew,
Or morning and her dew-drops are like your pearls and you.

Because you are a princess, a princess of the land,
You will not turn your lightsome eyes a moment where I stand,
A poor unnoticed poet, a-making of his rhymes;
But I have found a mistress, more fair a thousand times.

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