Robert Fuller Murray

(1863 - 1894 / United States)

Robert Fuller Murray Poems

41. The First Meeting 1/3/2003
42. The Voice That Sings 1/3/2003
43. Ursula 1/3/2003
44. The Crown Of Years 1/3/2003
45. Cairnsmill Den 1/3/2003
46. Below Her Window 1/3/2003
47. Hymn Of Hippolytus To Artemis 4/21/2010
48. To The Reader Of ‘university Notes’ 4/21/2010
49. Thirty Years After 4/21/2010
50. To Number 27x 4/21/2010
51. On An Edinburgh Advocate 4/21/2010
52. The Poet’s Hat 4/21/2010
53. The Life Of Earth 1/3/2003
54. Thou Art Queen 1/3/2003
55. The Waster Singing At Midnight 1/3/2003
56. Yet A Little Sleep 1/3/2003
57. The Solitary 1/3/2003
58. To J.R. 1/3/2003
59. To Alfred Tennyson - 1883 1/3/2003
60. Lost Liberty 1/3/2003
61. In Time Of Sickness 1/3/2003
62. The Death Of William Rufus 1/3/2003
63. The Tempted Soul 1/3/2003
64. Triolet 4/21/2010
65. The Garden Of Sin 1/3/2003
66. The True Liberal 1/3/2003
67. Ichabod 1/3/2003
68. Love Recalled In Sleep 1/3/2003
69. Andrew M’crie 4/21/2010
70. The Waster's Presentiment 1/3/2003
71. An Invitation 1/3/2003
72. An Exile's Song 1/3/2003
73. Sorrow's Treachery 1/3/2003
74. Golden Dream 1/3/2003
75. Art's Discipline 1/3/2003
76. Winter At St Andrews 1/3/2003
77. Patriotism 1/3/2003
78. Magni Nominnus Umbra 4/21/2010
79. The House Of Sleep 1/3/2003
80. Youth Renewed 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Robert Fuller Murray

A December Day

Blue, blue is the sea to-day,
Warmly the light
Sleeps on St. Andrews Bay --
Blue, fringed with white.

That's no December sky!
Surely 'tis June
Holds now her state on high,
Queen of the noon.

Only the tree-tops bare
Crowning the hill,
Clear-cut in perfect air,
Warn us that still

Winter, the aged chief,
Mighty in power,
Exiles the tender leaf,
Exiles the flower.

Is there a heart to-day,
A heart that grieves
For flowers that fade away,
For fallen leaves?

Oh, not in leaves or flowers
Endures the...

Read the full of A December Day

Nightfall

Let me sleep. The day is past,
And the folded shadows keep
Weary mortals safe and fast.
Let me sleep.

I am all too tired to weep
For the sunlight of the Past
Sunk within the drowning deep.

Treasured vanities I cast
In an unregarded heap.
Time has given rest at last.
Let me sleep.

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