Robert Fuller Murray
Robert Fuller Murray Poems
|121.||A Ballad Of The Town Water||4/21/2010|
|122.||A Song Of Truce||1/3/2003|
|123.||A New Song To An Old Tune - From Victor Hugo||1/3/2003|
|124.||A Birthday Gift||1/3/2003|
|125.||A May-Day Madrigal||1/3/2003|
|126.||A Lost Opportunity||1/3/2003|
|127.||The Golf Ball And The Loan||1/3/2003|
|128.||A Lover's Confession||1/3/2003|
|129.||A Summer Morning||1/3/2003|
|130.||A Late Good Night||1/3/2003|
|131.||A Criticism Of Critics||1/3/2003|
|132.||A December Day||1/3/2003|
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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
A May-Day Madrigal
The sun shines fair on Tweedside, the river flowing bright,
Your heart is full of pleasure, your eyes are full of light,
Your cheeks are like the morning, your pearls are like the dew,
Or morning and her dew-drops are like your pearls and you.
Because you are a princess, a princess of the land,
You will not turn your lightsome eyes a moment where I stand,
A poor unnoticed poet, a-making of his rhymes;
But I have found a mistress, more fair a thousand times.