Robert Crawford

(1868 - 13 January 1930 / Australia)

Robert Crawford Poems

161. Urania's Lover. 4/21/2010
162. The Gleaners. 4/21/2010
163. Opportunity. 4/21/2010
164. Wisdom. 4/21/2010
165. Sleep And Death. 4/21/2010
166. The Stream. 4/21/2010
167. The Song-God. 4/21/2010
168. Winged Words 1/1/2004
169. For Lillian 1/1/2004
170. Poet And Priest. 4/21/2010
171. Youth And Age. 4/21/2010
172. Birth And Death. 4/21/2010
173. A Mother's Loss. 4/21/2010
174. Bigotry. 4/21/2010
175. A Bridal Song. 4/21/2010
176. Butterfly. 4/21/2010
177. Haikai. 4/21/2010
178. Antony's Friend. 4/21/2010
179. At Camelot 1/1/2004
180. Bottom's Dream. 4/21/2010
181. A River Isle. 4/21/2010
182. A Father's Fear. 4/21/2010
183. Bereavement. 4/21/2010
184. Before Actium. 4/21/2010
185. Before Execution. 4/21/2010
186. Spiritual Education. 4/21/2010
187. At The Last. 4/21/2010
188. The Joy Of Life. 4/21/2010
189. Toward The Close 4/21/2010
190. Achievement. 4/21/2010
191. Autumn. 4/21/2010
192. Barbarians. 4/21/2010
193. At Love's Beginning. 4/21/2010
194. A Night In Babylon. 4/21/2010
195. Beauty. 4/21/2010
196. The Fruit Of Love's Desire. 4/21/2010
197. At Juliet's Tomb. 4/21/2010
198. Morality. 4/21/2010
199. A Memory. 4/21/2010
200. At The Back Of The Brain. 4/21/2010

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Best Poem of Robert Crawford

A Song Of The Sea.

Here within the half-light 'tween the night and day
Upon the sands I lie, with thoughts that idly stirr'd
Seem, as in a dream, with life and death to play,
As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird.
In my heart I hear it, the murmur of the sea,
Ah! and memories of other lives are stirr'd,
As somewise there came a mystic voice to me
As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird.
Who but knows that in me is a ghost that hears
A voice it heard of old in the primeval word —
A memory so dim, it like a dream appears
As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird!

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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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