Isabella Valancy Crawford

(25 December 1850 – 12 February 1887 / Dublin, Ireland)

Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems

41. Old Spookses' Pass 1/1/2004
42. A Perfect Strain 4/20/2010
43. Said The West Wind 5/14/2001
44. Curtius 4/20/2010
45. Farmer Downs Changes His Opinion Of Nature 4/20/2010
46. Baby's Dreams (Second Version) 4/20/2010
47. Between The Wind And Rain 4/20/2010
48. A Hungry Day 4/20/2010
49. A Harvest Song 4/20/2010
50. The Camp Of Souls 5/14/2001
51. The Rose 1/1/2004
52. An Interregnum 4/20/2010
53. Bite Deep And Wide, O Axe, The Tree! 4/20/2010
54. The Mother's Soul 1/1/2004
55. Caesar's Wife 4/20/2010
56. Baby's Dreams 4/20/2010
57. The Dark Stag 5/14/2001
58. In Exchange For His Soul! 4/20/2010
59. How Deacon Fry Bought A Duchess 4/20/2010
60. Canada To England 4/20/2010
61. Beside The Sea 4/20/2010
62. Joy's City 4/20/2010
63. A Battle 4/20/2010
64. His Mother 12/31/2002
65. His Sweetheart 12/31/2002
66. His Wife And Baby 12/31/2002
67. The Canoe 12/31/2002

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The Canoe

My masters twain made me a bed
Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar;
Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder
Of dreams of rest; and me they spread
With furry skins, and laughing said,
'Now she shall lay her polish'd sides,
As queens do rest, or dainty brides,
Our slender lady of the tides!'

My masters twain their camp-soul lit,
Streamed incense from the hissing cones,
Large, crimson flashes grew and whirl'd
Thin, golden nerves of sly light curl'd
Round the dun camp, and rose faint zones,
Half way about each grim bole knit,
Like a shy child that would ...

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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;

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