Robert Fuller Murray

(1863 - 1894 / United States)

Robert Fuller Murray Poems

1. In Time Of Sickness 1/3/2003
2. Nightfall 1/3/2003
3. Midnight 1/3/2003
4. The Crown Of Years 1/3/2003
5. Ursula 1/3/2003
6. Tears 1/3/2003
7. Yet A Little Sleep 1/3/2003
8. A Birthday Gift 1/3/2003
9. Sleep Flies Me 1/3/2003
10. Requiem 1/3/2003
11. Love's Phantom 1/3/2003
12. An Invitation 1/3/2003
13. Love's Worship Restored 1/3/2003
14. Thou Art Queen 1/3/2003
15. A Presentiment 1/3/2003
16. Cairnsmill Den 1/3/2003
17. Fickle Summer 1/3/2003
18. Poets 1/3/2003
19. The Death Of William Rufus 1/3/2003
20. Come Back To St Andrews 1/3/2003
21. Art's Discipline 1/3/2003
22. For A Present Of Roses 1/3/2003
23. An Exile's Song 1/3/2003
24. Lost Liberty 1/3/2003
25. In Time Of Sorrow 1/3/2003
26. The Waster Singing At Midnight 1/3/2003
27. Moonlight North And South 1/3/2003
28. An Interview 1/3/2003
29. The Burial Of William - The Conqueror 1/3/2003
30. Song Is Not Dead 1/3/2003
31. A Christmas Fancy 1/3/2003
32. The House Of Sleep 1/3/2003
33. To Alfred Tennyson - 1883 1/3/2003
34. The Waster's Presentiment 1/3/2003
35. Undesired Revenge 1/3/2003
36. The Voice That Sings 1/3/2003
37. The Solitary 1/3/2003
38. A Tennyson Fragment 1/3/2003
39. The Caged Thrush 1/3/2003
40. Make-Believes 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Robert Fuller Murray

A Late Good Night

My lamp is out, my task is done,
And up the stair with lingering feet
I climb. The staircase clock strikes one.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

My solitary room I gain.
A single star makes incomplete
The blackness of the window pane.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

Dim and more dim its sparkle grows,
And ere my head the pillows meet,
My lids are fain themselves to close.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

My lips no other words can say,
But still they murmur and repeat
To you, who slumber far away,
Good ...

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Trafalgar Square

These verses have I pilfered like a bee
Out of a letter from my C. C. C.
In London, showing what befell him there,
With other things, of interest to me

One page described a night in open air
He spent last summer in Trafalgar Square,
With men and women who by want are driven
Thither for lodging, when the nights are fair.

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