Robert Crawford

(1868 - 13 January 1930 / Australia)

Robert Crawford Poems

121. The Chase. 4/21/2010
122. The Hill. 4/21/2010
123. The Isles Of Sleep. 4/21/2010
124. The Passion Of Love's Power. 4/21/2010
125. Women. 4/21/2010
126. The Glove Of The Live Lady. 4/21/2010
127. Night-Bound. 4/21/2010
128. Shakespeare? 4/21/2010
129. Song #10. 4/21/2010
130. Jove. 4/21/2010
131. In Verona. 4/21/2010
132. Love #3. 4/21/2010
133. Madrigal. 4/21/2010
134. Mind. 4/21/2010
135. Life And Death. 4/21/2010
136. The Lyric Rose. 4/21/2010
137. The Finer Spirit. 4/21/2010
138. The Charm. 4/21/2010
139. True Love. 4/21/2010
140. Good And Evil. 4/21/2010
141. Love #1. 4/21/2010
142. Of Woman's Love. 4/21/2010
143. Song #7. 4/21/2010
144. The Orator. 4/21/2010
145. The Poet's Hope. 4/21/2010
146. The Poet's Songs. 4/21/2010
147. Truth. 4/21/2010
148. Song #14. 4/21/2010
149. Linnet-Like. 4/21/2010
150. In Nineveh. 4/21/2010
151. Madrigal #2. 4/21/2010
152. Charon. 4/21/2010
153. Youth's Inexperience. 4/21/2010
154. Spirit Fear. 4/21/2010
155. The Sundowner. 4/21/2010
156. Proem. 4/21/2010
157. Song 1/1/2004
158. Patriotism. 4/21/2010
159. God's Rest. 4/21/2010
160. Song #5. 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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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;

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