Robert Crawford

(1868 - 13 January 1930 / Australia)

Robert Crawford Poems

81. The Poem. 4/21/2010
82. The Re-Awakening. 4/21/2010
83. The Recuperative Power Of Youth. 4/21/2010
84. Theory And Practice. 4/21/2010
85. Loss. 4/21/2010
86. Love #2. 4/21/2010
87. Life, A Language. 4/21/2010
88. Self-Harmony. 4/21/2010
89. Night. 4/21/2010
90. In The Grass. 4/21/2010
91. Her Glass. 4/21/2010
92. Half-Views. 4/21/2010
93. Fate. 4/21/2010
94. For Love I, Too, Could Die (She Said) Nor Fear It, 4/21/2010
95. Poetic Emotion. 4/21/2010
96. Rondel. 4/21/2010
97. Song #3. 4/21/2010
98. Isolation. 4/21/2010
99. Love In Hades. 4/21/2010
100. Maiden Lips. 4/21/2010
101. Love's Vision. 4/21/2010
102. Love's Mesmerism. 4/21/2010
103. Love's Messengers. 4/21/2010
104. The Sea Of Time. 4/21/2010
105. The Old Gods. 4/21/2010
106. Song #6. 4/21/2010
107. Spring. 4/21/2010
108. The Comic Preacher. 4/21/2010
109. Song #9. 4/21/2010
110. The Blind Reader. 4/21/2010
111. The Bond. 4/21/2010
112. The Bride. 4/21/2010
113. The Chase. 4/21/2010
114. The Hill. 4/21/2010
115. The Isles Of Sleep. 4/21/2010
116. The Passion Of Love's Power. 4/21/2010
117. Women. 4/21/2010
118. Love Litanies. 4/21/2010
119. Love's Bower. 4/21/2010
120. Life's Eden. 4/21/2010

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Best Poem of Robert Crawford

Beauty, Its Effect.

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
By an immortal; for the light and air
Of life and love so, so endue her, she
Puts on and off the sweetest favours like
The momentary raiment that
A goddess dons and doffs.

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For Lillian

She was so dear, so fair. Her memory stays,
Even her dying robs me not of this,
That I have walked with her in mortal ways
Whose tender beauty now immortal is.
There are sweet flowers that bloom in ways forlorn
And sad sweet eyes whose beauty is a flower
Blown in the night to which there is no morn,
Dream-born and dying in its dewy bower;
And she was such a flower, her sweet eyes such;