Robert Crawford

(1868 - 13 January 1930 / Australia)

Robert Crawford Poems

1. The U.S. Air Force 11/14/2015
2. Old-Fashioned Child. 4/21/2010
3. Early Summer. 4/21/2010
4. Earth Rune. 4/21/2010
5. Entranced. 4/21/2010
6. Cheery Old Age. 4/21/2010
7. Death. 4/21/2010
8. Death. 4/21/2010
9. Deliberation. 4/21/2010
10. Dies Irae. 4/21/2010
11. Business And Pleasure. 4/21/2010
12. Work. 4/21/2010
13. Dream-Death 1/1/2004
14. Echo. 4/21/2010
15. Cleopatra. 4/21/2010
16. Counsel In Sorrow. 4/21/2010
17. Death. 4/21/2010
18. Experience. 4/21/2010
19. By The Sea. 4/21/2010
20. Evening. 4/21/2010
21. Ever And Only. 4/21/2010
22. Egoism. 4/21/2010
23. Christian Burial. 4/21/2010
24. Father And Lover. 4/21/2010
25. Her Face. 4/21/2010
26. Her Grave. 4/21/2010
27. Honey-Suckles. 4/21/2010
28. On Marriage. 4/21/2010
29. On Olympus. 4/21/2010
30. Noonday Hills. 4/21/2010
31. Post Mortem. 4/21/2010
32. Quatrain. 4/21/2010
33. Quiet Joy. 4/21/2010
34. Song #2. 4/21/2010
35. Madrigal #1. 4/21/2010
36. Mors Dei. 4/21/2010
37. This Life. 4/21/2010
38. Thought's Garden. 4/21/2010
39. To A Baby. 4/21/2010
40. The Flower. 4/21/2010

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Best Poem of Robert Crawford

An Aspiration.

Music, with the tears in it,
Through my soul is ringing,
Moods like bodies flame and flit
Through the spirit's singing;
Dream-birds half-articulate,
Which no charms can capture,
Come by twos and nest and mate
In a moment's rapture.
Now I seem to be upborne
On a starry pinion
Where the poet's hope forlorn
Has divine dominion —
Where he sees the clouds of earth
Gather light and cluster,
As babes on the dawn of Birth
Watch the visions muster!
All that thought and feeling share
In a soul's possession
To my singing seems to bear
A divine ...

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At Camelot

Her maiden dreams were redolent of love,
Warm-bosomed as she breathed the passionate air
Of old romance, and did in fancy move
'Mong the gay knights who died for ladies fair;
Until she heard the thunder of the press,
And so became a lover; her heart rang
The note of love's alarm, his tenderness,
When in the onset all the tourney sang.
And she was one of the dead ladies who,

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