Poems by Robert Crawford
At Love's Beginning.
... With eyes, not lips, ere lips to mine were laid ...
Night.
... As that which deems that it is deathless clings ...
Of Woman's Love.
... Then other loves our passions threw ...
Sleep And Death.
... And though bad dreams in sleep may come, the soul ...
Love's Vision.
... It with life, then, may not fade, ...
Night-Bound.
... Comes the night that brings me rest, ...
The Sundowner.
... Till from those sticks and leaves there comes a flame, ...
Madrigal #1.
... What needs it, then, we stand so long a-gazing, ...
Women's Eyes.
... The eyes of women, those star-tabernacles where ...
Love In Hades.
... Though all their joys on earth were spent, ...
Poetic Emotion.
... The heart's throb makes the music: words are air, ...
The Stream.
... Through what gleams and glooms ...
Mors Dei.
... Had hushed their cries and songs, and came ...
The Glove Of The Live Lady.
... But gloves are gloves, and passion's passion! ...
Quatrain.
... Which brims up in love's rapture is ...
