Poems by Robert Crawford
The Ghost Ship.
... A bird that chaunts somewhere between ...
On Marriage.
... The rest is words, mere words, and custom's vapour ...
Falling Stars.
... Whatever were Their fates who yonder passed, ...
Theory And Practice.
... Striven to work his life a false affair ...
Isolation.
... From his own heart in that strange air, ...
Old-Fashioned Child.
... And therefore comes it that his young life wears ...
Linnet-Like.
... Throats his love-lyrics in the dewy leaves ...
Maiden Lips.
... So magical with beauty they so breathe of thee ...
Love's Bower.
... And thence their hearts as torches light, ...
At The Last.
... Ere we came o'er the bourne of birth, ...
To Lynette.
... .. and yet Would even Death charm me without you, Lynette! ...
Beauty, Its Effect.
... I have been touched with her, and have ta'en (Unclear ...
At The Back Of The Brain.
... At the back of the brain our life-tale's writ ...
Natural Magic.
... Ere time, a weird, wild creature, ...
Gold.
... For which so many a Judas still sells truth! ...
