Robert Crawford

(1868 - 13 January 1930 / Australia)

Robert Crawford Poems

41. Lethe. 4/21/2010
42. Life And Death. 4/21/2010
43. Life, A Language. 4/21/2010
44. Life's Eden. 4/21/2010
45. Life's Offices. 4/21/2010
46. Linnet-Like. 4/21/2010
47. Loss. 4/21/2010
48. Love #1. 4/21/2010
49. Love #2. 4/21/2010
50. Love #3. 4/21/2010
51. Love In Hades. 4/21/2010
52. Love Litanies. 4/21/2010
53. Love's Bower. 4/21/2010
54. Love's Mesmerism. 4/21/2010
55. Love's Messengers. 4/21/2010
56. Love's Own. 4/21/2010
57. Love's Reveller. 4/21/2010
58. Love's Vision. 4/21/2010
59. Madrigal #1. 4/21/2010
60. Madrigal #2. 4/21/2010
61. Madrigal. 4/21/2010
62. Maiden Lips. 4/21/2010
63. Maiden's Heart. 4/21/2010
64. Marriage Morn. 4/21/2010
65. Men And Women. 4/21/2010
66. Mind. 4/21/2010
67. Business And Pleasure. 4/21/2010
68. By The Sea. 4/21/2010
69. Entranced. 4/21/2010
70. Fate. 4/21/2010
71. Father And Lover. 4/21/2010
72. For Love I, Too, Could Die (She Said) Nor Fear It, 4/21/2010
73. Ghosts. 4/21/2010
74. Experience. 4/21/2010
75. Gold. 4/21/2010
76. Mors Dei. 4/21/2010
77. Mutation. 4/21/2010
78. Natural Gifts. 4/21/2010
79. Natural Magic. 4/21/2010
80. Night. 4/21/2010

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Best Poem of Robert Crawford

The Ghost Ship.

Behold her on the silent sea,
Yon vessel like a spirit there!
Moved in a dream's reality,
As if she trod the air.
None can tell from what creek or bay
She sailed out, or by night or day;
They watch her like a vision gone
Over the sea's oblivion.
And, lo! she fades a spectre thin,
Part of the moonlight and the sea;
As if the waves and stars met in
A moment's phantasy!
Or is it they stand hushed apart
And listen to her breathing heart,
As if the ghostly pulses stirred
To the voice of a faery bird.
A bird that chaunts somewhere between
The waters...

Read the full of The Ghost Ship.

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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