Robert Crawford Poems
|42.||Life And Death.||4/21/2010|
|43.||Life, A Language.||4/21/2010|
|51.||Love In Hades.||4/21/2010|
|65.||Men And Women.||4/21/2010|
|67.||Business And Pleasure.||4/21/2010|
|68.||By The Sea.||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|
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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
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,