Poems by Robert Crawford
The Wind O' Death.
... We, when Death's wind blows by, dear, ...
The Sea Of Time.
... He would toss through the future as the past ...
Winged Words
... Theres not a seed will miss &emsp ...
Truth.
... subduing so Their natures, even their divinity, ...
God's Rest.
... In the past 'Tis said He rested for a day ...
The Passion Of Love's Power.
... Touch me, from out your breast of love, ...
The Poet's Songs.
... Where Beauty smiles, though Death ...
Womanhood.
... She has passed from her youth to this ...
Life's Offices.
... But there are some no thought and no device ...
The Hamadryad.
... The tree-life in more lives than this ...
Self-Harmony.
... But ourselves out of ourselves, we are slaved ...
Post Mortem.
... My soul, that was thy mate, shall answer, dear! ...
Threnody.
... Dark Pine that moanest long, ...
Opportunity.
... I can believe it, that we each do have ...
In Nineveh.
... Thou canst not lose thyself: thou art ...
