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. Moonlight North And South 1/3/2003
4. Poets 1/3/2003
5. Make-Believes 1/3/2003
6. The Haunted Chamber 1/3/2003
7. Make-Believes 4/21/2010
8. Reflections Of A Magistrand 4/21/2010
9. The Banished Bejant 4/21/2010
10. The Best Pipe 4/21/2010
11. Indolence 1/3/2003
12. The Fiddler 1/3/2003
13. The Close Of The Session 4/21/2010
14. Song From ‘the Princess’ 4/21/2010
15. Music For The Dying 4/21/2010
16. Song Is Not Dead 1/3/2003
17. The Caged Thrush 1/3/2003
18. Love's Worship Restored 1/3/2003
19. In Time Of Sorrow 1/3/2003
20. Requiem 1/3/2003
21. On A Crushed Hat 4/21/2010
22. Milton 4/21/2010
23. Sweetheart 4/21/2010
24. The End Of April 4/21/2010
25. My Lady 1/3/2003
26. Dawn Song 1/3/2003
27. In Time Of Doubt 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. The Burial Of William - The Conqueror 1/3/2003
32. Partnership In Fame 1/3/2003
33. Stanzas For Music 4/21/2010
34. Imitated From Wordsworth 1/3/2003
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. Tears 1/3/2003
40. Undesired Revenge 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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Love's Phantom

Whene'er I try to read a book,
Across the page your face will look,
And then I neither know nor care
What sense the printed words may bear.

At night when I would go to sleep,
Thinking of you, awake I keep,
And still repeat the words you said,
Like sick men murmuring prayers in bed.

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