Poems by Robert Crawford
Egoism.
... Not as mine their thoughts who pass: ...
A Memory.
... And when Death touched her starry brow, ...
The Old Unrest.
... We are still such troubled elves, ...
The Hill.
... Through my life's day I've reached to this ...
Jove.
... Jove himself moves in the abyss ...
Song #9.
... Sweet as those which Love would borrow ...
Her Grave.
... As if they feared their growth might stir ...
Achievement.
... To pass themselves, and to attain to more ...
Love's Reveller.
... none may dare To toy with her but love like poison works ...
Echo.
... Shalt pass as in a trance where thought may go ...
Song #6.
... We'll find naught more sweet and true ...
Thought's Garden.
... And played with this sweet flower and that, ...
The Chase.
... But when the chase is done, we'll lie ...
Spiritual Education.
... Within time's stress, amid the facts of life, ...
Song #2.
... Less dear to thee, less worthy ...
