Robert Crawford Poems

Love me for Love's sake till the dream is done,
And when we waken let us part for aye!
No bond but this; it is the better way,
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Her bridal dawn! her heart was fed
Last night with eerie food,
As, one by one, her lovers dead
Came in the solitude,
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I have brought thee all the faith
That a man can give,
I have sheltered thee with love,
O life's fugitive!
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Alas! we women are the fools of you:
You mould us and you mar us — we are yours,
And ever have been since the birth of love,
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On that strange sea
Where Man's bark moves as toward eternity,
What sails put forth that are not seen again!
.... Joyous it may be, or in pain,
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In the hour when Day reposes
Like a vision on the sea,
When thought his tired pinion closes,
One with hope and memory, —
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'Let the light rain on her, the sweet Spring, till
She teems with greenery in the warm air,
Flower-hued, and vocal with the tender joy
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'What proof have you the good man is a fool,
Or that the folly does not rather lie
With those who mock him?'
'Common sense, sir, must
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His blindness lends a magic to his fingers,
As if his seeing subtlety were sensed
In them, and his wits left his eyes to work
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O ye gods, if you could tell us
What ye are — if banned or blest —
Ye that reigned of old in Hellas!
Ye that ruled the radiant West!
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