Robert Crawford
At Juliet’s Tomb. by Robert Crawford

At Juliet’s Tomb. by Robert Crawford

This fair woman who is dead(Sung so sweet of long ago)Lies not in a mortal bed —Song has made her couch to growWith all sweet things, as they stirLike unfading growths that ...

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At The Back Of The Brain. by Robert Crawford

At The Back Of The Brain. by Robert Crawford

At the back of the brain a picture liesOf all we have been and done,And ever and then a color flamesIn the shadow of thought's sun.At the back of the brain our life-tale's writIn ...

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The Ghost Ship. by Robert Crawford

The Ghost Ship. by Robert Crawford

Behold her on the silent sea,Yon vessel like a spirit there!Moved in a dream's reality,As if she trod the air.None can tell from what creek or bayShe sailed out, or by night or ...

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Morality. by Robert Crawford

Morality. by Robert Crawford

Evil itself may be but good disguised,As many a virtue now was once a vice,Or held to be such by the moralists;Or as even in the eyes of foreignersOur virtues may be vices, theirs ...

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Barbarians. by Robert Crawford

Barbarians. by Robert Crawford

As the crinoid star-fish to the sea-baseBy his stem fixed draws bare subsistence inHis straitened sphere, as in the sunless oozeHe turns on his long jointed pedicle,So are ...

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Autumn. by Robert Crawford

Autumn. by Robert Crawford

I in the autumn of my daysStand by a place of tears,And hear the unborn children weepWithin the unborn years;And feel how all God's sorrow mustGo wailing on untilMan's autumn, ...

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A Memory. by Robert Crawford

A Memory. by Robert Crawford

She had an other-worldly air,So like a flower she grew,As if her thoughts and feelings wereThe only life she knew.She moved in other ways apart,As in a secret place,And the ...

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Beauty. by Robert Crawford

Beauty. by Robert Crawford

Her beauty is the bourne thought cannot pass;And the angel of the heart's intelligence,Young Love, might deem that boundary infinite,So he within the glamour of her eyes,As in ...

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Toward The Close by Robert Crawford

Toward The Close by Robert Crawford

Time grows upon us until we exhaust Hope's possibilities, and then we die Who thus of life each make a holocaust Till all we have in nature is put by. No one survives himself, and ...

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The Fruit Of Love’s Desire. by Robert Crawford

The Fruit Of Love’s Desire. by Robert Crawford

The fruit of love's desire is sweetFor any man and maid to eat.However ripened in time's air,No other can with it compare.'Tis like those apples 'of such price,No tree can ever ...

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Beauty, Its Effect. by Robert Crawford

Beauty, Its Effect. by Robert Crawford

I have been touched with her, and have ta'en (UnclearThe acquaintance of her beauty like a dream,Or as it were a flower of Faerie breathedBy an immortal; for the light and airOf ...

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The Joy Of Life. by Robert Crawford

The Joy Of Life. by Robert Crawford

I have the man's-heart in me, and 'tis nobleTo be alive, to think, to feel, to haveMy part in all the precious come-and-goOf all things here. My very blood's a-tuneWith the sweet ...

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A Night In Babylon. by Robert Crawford

A Night In Babylon. by Robert Crawford

We whom to-night Love keeps awakeFor his own joy, may one day breakOur fast in some Lethéan cave,When we but a faint memory have,Or none, of such dear nights as this.Sweetheart! ...

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At The Last. by Robert Crawford

At The Last. by Robert Crawford

The sky grows white with the moon,And the sea yearns up to the nightAs the soul to an unknown height,Drawn thence by a starry rune.Only a lost wind strays,Like the breath of ...

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At Love’s Beginning. by Robert Crawford

At Love’s Beginning. by Robert Crawford

I might not have it then — I might not, yetShe was so near to me, could I forgetShe might be nearer? There was in her eyes —What shall I say? — a hint of the sunriseOf her heart's ...

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Bereavement. by Robert Crawford

Bereavement. by Robert Crawford

The little feet have left the house,The little voice is still:Without, the wan wind-weary boughs;Within, the willTo go and hear the wee feet treadWithin the garden of the dead.

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A Father’s Fear. by Robert Crawford

A Father’s Fear. by Robert Crawford

The little feet that run to me,The little hands that striveTo touch me at the heart, and findThe heart in me alive:Oh God! if hands and feet should fail,If Death his mist should ...

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Butterfly. by Robert Crawford

Butterfly. by Robert Crawford

In the fierce light the butterfly wings free —So delicate, and yet so fibred toWithstand the stress a giant would faint under.

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A River Isle. by Robert Crawford

A River Isle. by Robert Crawford

A little island in the riverThere is, round which the breezes quiverLike sweet birds that would stayA moment on their way,So green it is with leaves and grass,And chequered by the ...

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An Aspiration. by Robert Crawford

An Aspiration. by Robert Crawford

Music, with the tears in it,Through my soul is ringing,Moods like bodies flame and flitThrough the spirit's singing;Dream-birds half-articulate,Which no charms can capture,Come by ...

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Achievement. by Robert Crawford

Achievement. by Robert Crawford

In life's exigencies men have been knownTo pass themselves, and to attain to moreThan hope; as if in combat with the godsThe god in them secured supremacy.

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Bigotry. by Robert Crawford

Bigotry. by Robert Crawford

How often our beliefs more than our doubtsRuin and mar us here, clog the soul's feet,And shackle the heart's best impulses so,That for Heaven's love we do inhuman things,And with ...

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The Stream. by Robert Crawford

The Stream. by Robert Crawford

God but knows what pathThis small stream must take,Through what gleams and gloomsWhich the years shall make.In what ways austereMay these waters glideEre they have their partIn ...

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Birth And Death. by Robert Crawford

Birth And Death. by Robert Crawford

I who have known thee, Birth, must know Death too:As old, old men their children's children foldIn their gaunt arms, and though their blood be coldFeel their own youth burn in ...

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Winged Words by Robert Crawford

Winged Words by Robert Crawford

The winged words, they pass Still everywhere, Seeds of the spirit-grass The dream-winds bear From that heart-field to this, Where thought as feeling is; There’s ...

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Antony’s Friend. by Robert Crawford

Antony’s Friend. by Robert Crawford

Bring me my robes and crown!I must make a brave end,Charmian, fitting the renownOf Antony's friend.Caesar shall find me so,'Tired like a royal bride,When he comes in, and the ...

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Before Execution. by Robert Crawford

Before Execution. by Robert Crawford

The sun is set, and all the stars are come,Stars I shall no more see; the air is still,And my life waits the ruin so near now.A little space, and I shall have done here.Ah, God! ...

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The Finer Spirit. by Robert Crawford

The Finer Spirit. by Robert Crawford

'Tis when the wits I have are goneThe finer powers appear;The spirit of phantasy leads me on,And gives my heart her cheer.The all-licensed fool the mad king hadWas but the light ...

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Spiritual Education. by Robert Crawford

Spiritual Education. by Robert Crawford

Within time's stress, amid the facts of life,Not in monastic solitudes, we findA way to that is higher than ourselves.

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Wisdom. by Robert Crawford

Wisdom. by Robert Crawford

There are some things in life are very poor,And some unpriceable: our wisdom isTo know our rubbish and our riches here;To, as it were, sort out ourselves, and blowThe world's dust ...

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Haikai. by Robert Crawford

Haikai. by Robert Crawford

Flannel-flowers dancingTo the Dawn on the hill-tops ...The Vision of Spring!

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God’s Rest. by Robert Crawford

God’s Rest. by Robert Crawford

I saw God in a dream go by,As if He trod the phantom airWithin a hushed eternity,Dead worlds around Him everywhere.No sign of life — and God asleep!All things absorbed in Him at ...

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Bottom’s Dream. by Robert Crawford

Bottom’s Dream. by Robert Crawford

Bottom's dream had no bottom; ours may, too,Have no foundation. We may wake, indeed;But all seems such a vision, none can say(If aught's real) where reality begins.What if we were ...

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Sleep And Death. by Robert Crawford

Sleep And Death. by Robert Crawford

Sleep puts sin by, as the grave life's despair;And though bad dreams in sleep may come, the soulIs tainted not with error, being thenBeyond the body's shade, as in a sphereLike ...

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Before Actium. by Robert Crawford

Before Actium. by Robert Crawford

Life is up and takes the morning;Why should love still lie abed?Lo! the charms of slumber scorning,Tramps the troop that must be led.Thousands come from hill and valleyLoud the ...

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The Gleaners. by Robert Crawford

The Gleaners. by Robert Crawford

They sang, that were the young world's gleaners,Like birds on a bough,Reaping the first-fruits of love's sowing;The reapers nowAre sad, as they to harvest goingVoice love's vow.So ...

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Opportunity. by Robert Crawford

Opportunity. by Robert Crawford

I can believe it, that we each do haveOne opportunity, and on it hangsIt may be all.

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Urania’s Lover. by Robert Crawford

Urania’s Lover. by Robert Crawford

O poet, thou art called to tread her ways,Hers, mistress of the soul, Urania fair.(Ah God! how fair, how all adorable,But those who have wooed her can tell!)All of thy nights and ...

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A Mother’s Loss. by Robert Crawford

A Mother’s Loss. by Robert Crawford

When I did name her little lost one, sheBrushed from her eyes the precious drops of love,As if her memory with his sweet name shakenTrembled, and shed its dew.

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A Bridal Song. by Robert Crawford

A Bridal Song. by Robert Crawford

Love that art enlargédAs the sun!Shine upon the bride-lifeHere begun,And upon his, too, that stirsNow within the breath of hers —No more two, but one.Touch her beauty, ...

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Song #7. by Robert Crawford

Song #7. by Robert Crawford

You, too, shall know that I have prayedBeneath the mystic treeWhose branches at the first were madeOut of God's memory.Beneath those boughs my soul has knelt,And each leaf bending ...

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Song #5. by Robert Crawford

Song #5. by Robert Crawford

Never remember what love's been,That is the sorrow the world knows;Forget it, or the heart too keenWill ache and ache to the weary close.Harden the heart even to love,Or the ...

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Love #1. by Robert Crawford

Love #1. by Robert Crawford

E'en her own eyes tell Beauty she is fair;And Love need know no language save his ownIn any clime to read the heart's desire;The Titicacan and Caucasian's his —All tongues the ...

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Mind. by Robert Crawford

Mind. by Robert Crawford

Without us and within us mind is all;The truth of life and knowledge still are one,And though all be a dream, yet in the dreamAll is true to the after and before,And ourselves but ...

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The Poet’s Hope. by Robert Crawford

The Poet’s Hope. by Robert Crawford

The wild hope of the poet finds a homeIn the immaterial, as he clothes himselfIn visionary raiment far off, whereThe echoes of eternity are heardAnd the immortal entities appear. ...

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The Orator. by Robert Crawford

The Orator. by Robert Crawford

He has a charm that sets each thought to music,So rare an utterance, whoso hears him feelsEven a prosy theme has poesyWhen a magician takes its study on.So setting every subject ...

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Song #14. by Robert Crawford

Song #14. by Robert Crawford

Two words or threeThe bird sings in the tree:My love was all to meWhen life was young.I lie within the green:There is not heard or seenThe light of what has been,The song that's ...

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Youth’s Inexperience. by Robert Crawford

Youth’s Inexperience. by Robert Crawford

He is too young yet to know life's demands;Being no natural philosopher,He must from cause and custom draw that artWhich some of Nature have, the primal giftOf all her treasury — ...

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In Nineveh. by Robert Crawford

In Nineveh. by Robert Crawford

As he of Joppa sought to 'scapeThe utterance of the given word,And dared to get him from the LordIn a ship down to Tarshish, — knowThou canst not any burden throwThat was ordained ...

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Good And Evil. by Robert Crawford

Good And Evil. by Robert Crawford

Good thoughts, 'tis said, are no more than good dreamsSave they be into action put, and thatOn opportunity depends. Alas!If place and power cohered, what good were doneWhich else, ...

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