Robert Fuller Murray

(1863 - 1894 / United States)

Robert Fuller Murray Poems

81. The M.A. Degree 1/3/2003
82. One Tear 1/3/2003
83. Nightfall 1/3/2003
84. An Afterthought 1/3/2003
85. Footsteps In The Street 1/3/2003
86. Vivien’s Song 4/21/2010
87. Come Back To St Andrews 1/3/2003
88. The Swallows 4/21/2010
89. The Outcast's Farewell 1/3/2003
90. Farewell To A Singer 4/21/2010
91. To C.C.C. 4/21/2010
92. Cyclamen 1/3/2003
93. For Scotland 1/3/2003
94. The House Of Sleep 1/3/2003
95. The Science Club 4/21/2010
96. Death At The Window 1/3/2003
97. Aien Aristeuein (Motto Of St. Andrews University) 1/3/2003
98. Trafalgar Square 1/3/2003
99. A College Career 4/21/2010
100. The City Of Golf 1/3/2003
101. Love's Phantom 1/3/2003
102. A Ballad Of Refreshment 4/21/2010
103. The Delights Of Mathematics 1/3/2003
104. Hope Deferred 1/3/2003
105. Welcome Home 1/3/2003
106. A Street Corner 4/21/2010
107. After Many Days 4/21/2010
108. Catullus At His Brother’s Grave 4/21/2010
109. Adventure Of A Poet 1/3/2003
110. A Swinburnian Interlude 4/21/2010
111. A Criticism Of Critics 4/21/2010
112. Vanity Of Vanities 1/3/2003
113. A Bunch Of Triolets 4/21/2010
114. A Christmas Fancy 1/3/2003
115. A Tennyson Fragment 1/3/2003
116. A Coincidence 1/3/2003
117. A Presentiment 1/3/2003
118. A Wasted Day 1/3/2003
119. Fickle Summer 1/3/2003
120. After Waterloo 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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