Robert Fuller Murray Poems

The sun is banished,
The daylight vanished,
No rosy traces
Are left behind.
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I love to see the swallows come
At my window twittering,
Bringing from their southern home
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In Algebra, if Algebra be ours,
x and x2 can ne'er be equal powers,
Unless x=1, or none at all.
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Come back to St. Andrews! Before you went away
You said you would be wretched where you could not see the Bay,
The East sands and the West sands and the castle in the sea
Come back to St. Andrews--St. Andrews and me.
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Oh, will the footsteps never be done?
The insolent feet
Thronging the street,
Forsaken now of the only one.
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You found my life, a poor lame bird
That had no heart to sing,
You would not speak the magic word
To give it voice and wing.
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Let me sleep. The day is past,
And the folded shadows keep
Weary mortals safe and fast.
Let me sleep.
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Last night, when at parting
Awhile we did stand,
Suddenly starting,
There fell on my hand
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When we have laid aside our last endeavour,
And said farewell to one or two that weep,
And issued from the house of life for ever,
To find a lodging in the house of sleep -
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When one who has wandered out of the way
Which leads to the hills of joy,
Whose heart has grown both cold and grey,
Though it be but the heart of a boy -
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