Poems by Robert Crawford
Thought's Austerity.
... And we breathe phantasy's sweet airs, we take ...
Queen And Clown.
... desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal: those that do die of it ...
Supernatural Discernment.
... For thought's perusal what a world 'twould be, ...
The Song-God.
... Whose flame burns in the heart, consuming there ...
Her Face.
... A strange light on the leaves and grass ...
Love #1.
... He plays or prays while e'er the world endures, ...
Fate.
... Which Thou hast spoken, and its echoes have ...
Love's Messengers.
... Even as a stony place, clothed with sweet flowers, ...
The Charm.
... Though Helen's eyes are dust, and she ...
Rondel.
... Or things whose souls have taken flight ...
Love's Mesmerism.
... For me, and in a thousand lights and shadows ...
Spirit Fear.
... A sword for friendship fiercely drew ...
Thought's Assiduity.
... And thought must in the affairs of circumstance ...
Song #11.
... Still all we touch on near and far ...
Birth And Death.
... In their gaunt arms, and though their blood be cold ...
