Robert Crawford Poems
- Morality. Evil itself may be but good disguised, As many a ...
- The Ghost Ship. Behold her on the silent sea, Yon vessel ...
- The Fruit Of Love's Desire. The fruit of love's desire is ...
- A Song Of The Sea. Here within the half-light 'tween the ...
- Butterfly. In the fierce light the butterfly wings free — So...
- The Joy Of Life. I have the man's-heart in me, and 'tis ...
- Spiritual Education. Within time's stress, amid the facts of ...
Robert Crawford was an Australian poet.
Crawford was born in Doonside, New South Wales, the son of Robert Crawford senior, and was educated at The King's School, Parramatta, and the University of Sydney. Crawford settled on a farm as his forefathers had done, but not being successful, became a clerk in Sydney and afterwards had a typewriting business. Some of Crawford's poems were ... more »
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Evil itself may be but good disguised,
As many a virtue now was once a vice,
Or held to be such by the moralists;
Or as even in the eyes of foreigners
Our virtues may be vices, theirs to us
As vicious too. We make us new laws still,
And hold that finable and barred to-day
That was but yesterday allowable.
Our neighbours haply no such laws enact,
And privilege what we make punitive.
So right and wrong are still conditional,
And there's no absolute morality
In all the world; for conscience herself is
Full oft but Custom's creature, whom he keeps,