Robert Fuller Murray

(1863 - 1894 / United States)

Robert Fuller Murray Poems

1. The Wasted Day 5/13/2015
2. For A Present Of Roses 1/3/2003
3. Moonlight North And South 1/3/2003
4. Poets 1/3/2003
5. Make-Believes 1/3/2003
6. Make-Believes 4/21/2010
7. The Banished Bejant 4/21/2010
8. The Best Pipe 4/21/2010
9. Reflections Of A Magistrand 4/21/2010
10. Indolence 1/3/2003
11. The Fiddler 1/3/2003
12. Song From ‘the Princess’ 4/21/2010
13. The Close Of The Session 4/21/2010
14. Music For The Dying 4/21/2010
15. The Burial Of William - The Conqueror 1/3/2003
16. Song Is Not Dead 1/3/2003
17. The Caged Thrush 1/3/2003
18. Love's Worship Restored 1/3/2003
19. In Time Of Sorrow 1/3/2003
20. Requiem 1/3/2003
21. On A Crushed Hat 4/21/2010
22. Milton 4/21/2010
23. Sweetheart 4/21/2010
24. My Lady 1/3/2003
25. Dawn Song 1/3/2003
26. In Time Of Doubt 1/3/2003
27. The Haunted Chamber 1/3/2003
28. Lost At Sea 4/21/2010
29. Pleasant Prophecies 4/21/2010
30. Where's The Use? 1/3/2003
31. Partnership In Fame 1/3/2003
32. Stanzas For Music 4/21/2010
33. Imitated From Wordsworth 1/3/2003
34. An Orator’s Complaint 4/21/2010
35. Midnight 1/3/2003
36. An Interview 1/3/2003
37. The End Of April 4/21/2010
38. Sleep Flies Me 1/3/2003
39. Tears 1/3/2003
40. The First Meeting 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Robert Fuller Murray

A Late Good Night

My lamp is out, my task is done,
And up the stair with lingering feet
I climb. The staircase clock strikes one.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

My solitary room I gain.
A single star makes incomplete
The blackness of the window pane.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

Dim and more dim its sparkle grows,
And ere my head the pillows meet,
My lids are fain themselves to close.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

My lips no other words can say,
But still they murmur and repeat
To you, who slumber far away,
Good ...

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In Time Of Sickness

Lost Youth, come back again!
Laugh at weariness and pain.
Come not in dreams, but come in truth,
Lost Youth.

Sweetheart of long ago,
Why do you haunt me so?
Were you not glad to part,
Sweetheart?

Still Death, that draws so near,
Is it hope you bring, or fear?
Is it only ease of breath,
Still Death?

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