Robert Crawford Poems

Here within the half-light 'tween the night and day
Upon the sands I lie, with thoughts that idly stirr'd
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I have been touched with her, and have ta'en (Unclear
The acquaintance of her beauty like a dream,
Or as it were a flower of Faerie breathed
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Music, with the tears in it,
Through my soul is ringing,
Moods like bodies flame and flit
Through the spirit's singing;
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At the back of the brain a picture lies
Of all we have been and done,
And ever and then a color flames
In the shadow of thought's sun.
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Behold her on the silent sea,
Yon vessel like a spirit there!
Moved in a dream's reality,
As if she trod the air.
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She had an other-worldly air,
So like a flower she grew,
As if her thoughts and feelings were
The only life she knew.
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Evil itself may be but good disguised,
As many a virtue now was once a vice,
Or held to be such by the moralists;
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This fair woman who is dead
(Sung so sweet of long ago)
Lies not in a mortal bed —
Song has made her couch to grow
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The fruit of love's desire is sweet
For any man and maid to eat.
However ripened in time's air,
No other can with it compare.
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Her beauty is the bourne thought cannot pass;
And the angel of the heart's intelligence,
Young Love, might deem that boundary infinite,
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