Poems by Robert Crawford
Love's Own.
... On which Love has gazed so much ...
Men And Women.
... We, too, like these, are hurt with love, and lie ...
Love #3.
... There is so much in us is ...
Spring.
... September's squire, with dreamy gusts and gleams, ...
Maiden's Heart.
... The sweet, fresh, red rose ...
Three In A Shade.
... 'Neath the grey hawk Time that flies ...
At Juliet's Tomb.
... With all sweet things, as they stir ...
Christian Burial.
... As the old Jew who, by Beth-Peor, had ...
The Orator.
... He has a charm that sets each thought to music, ...
Bottom's Dream.
... What if we were dead now if this were death, ...
Summer Dawn.
... Thy beauty here in the stream that will not pass! ...
True Love.
... He'd dare even death rather than banished be ...
Before Actium.
... Thousands come from hill and valley ...
The Recuperative Power Of Youth.
... When age is on, and life has such a fall, ...
Life And Death.
... Blear-eyed and vexed as here and there they flap, ...
