Poems by Robert Fuller Murray
A Song of Truce
... Through the quiet grass-grown street ...
An Invitation
... The Links are full of larks' nests, and the larks possess the sky, ...
Aien Aristeuein (Motto of St. Andrews University)
... Had run the race or sought the quest, ...
A December Day
... That clothes those naked towers ...
Yet a Little Sleep
... With strength renewed he quits the isle, ...
Lost At Sea
... Till the sea gives up its dead, ...
To Alfred Tennyson - 1883
... Which makes the moorland's purple dower, ...
Triolet
... The waster smokes and twirls his thumbs ...
Nightfall
... Sunk within the drowning deep ...
Sleep Flies Me
... To those who best could spare her, ...
To J.R.
... ' I thought of all those nights in wintry weather, ...
Tears
... And sleeps so sound it draws no breath, ...
A Coincidence
... Every critic-don't you know it ...
Sorrow's Treachery
... I dreamed I heard my dead love singing, ...
The House of Sleep
... Shall dreams and memories crowding from the distance, ...
