Poems by Robert Crawford
Marriage Morn.
... While the dawn-light limns the shore, ...
Good And Evil.
... Alas! If place and power cohered, what good were done ...
Ever And Only.
... No other in thought with you ...
Madrigal.
... And all the time is flushed with flowers, ...
Homo Sum
... therefore it must laugh and weep with them ...
The Soul.
... " And as she prayed, God gave her birth ...
Work.
... The monstrous world, ere like a brute's, alas! ...
Women.
... Flowers cherished for a while, soon to be cast ...
Dream-Death
... Ah, woe! she thought 'twas in sleep's fairyland ...
Haikai.
... To the Dawn on the hill-tops ...
Poet And Priest.
... The poet's born, the priest is made: at last ...
Youth's Inexperience.
... fear-proof, Even as a wild bird's weather-proof, being born ...
The Finer Spirit.
... The all-licensed fool the mad king had ...
A Night In Babylon.
... Which makes our bodies bloom like flowers, ...
Insect.
... We do not grasp ourselves, but still drift on ...
