Isabella Valancy Crawford

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

Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems

41. A Perfect Strain 4/20/2010
42. Said The West Wind 5/14/2001
43. Curtius 4/20/2010
44. The Lily Bed 12/31/2002
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. Canada To England 4/20/2010
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. The Camp Of Souls 5/14/2001
56. Caesar's Wife 4/20/2010
57. Baby's Dreams 4/20/2010
58. The Dark Stag 5/14/2001
59. In Exchange For His Soul! 4/20/2010
60. How Deacon Fry Bought A Duchess 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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Said The West Wind

1 I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings,
2 My misty wings, so high above her breast
3 That flowers would shake no perfumes from their hearts,
4 And waters breathe no whispers to the shores?
5 I love deep places builded high with woods,
6 Deep, dusk, fern-closed, and starred with nodding blooms,
7 Close watched by hills, green, garlanded and tall.

8 On hazy wings, all shot with mellow gold,

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