Quatrain.
Water is wine when lovers kiss;
The moisture of the eyes
Which brims up in love's rapture is
The mist of Paradise.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Spiritual Education.
Within time's stress, amid the facts of life,
Not in monastic solitudes, we find
A way to that is higher than ourselves.
poem by Robert Crawford
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The Chase.
There is in us a hue and cry,
The hart of Life is up;
But when the chase is done, we'll lie
Where we with Death shall sup.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Honey-Suckles.
The sweet dew in the honey-suckle flowers
Tastes of the morning; to Love's palate still
Are tender thoughts so all-delicious too.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Butterfly.
In the fierce light the butterfly wings free —
So delicate, and yet so fibred to
Withstand the stress a giant would faint under.
poem by Robert Crawford
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The Recuperative Power Of Youth.
She has hope's remedy in being young:
When age is on, and life has such a fall,
The efficacy has left that medicine
Which in youth is so vital.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Madrigal #2.
Because our life is brief
Let us laugh!
Because for joy and grief
We may quaff
Death's nepenthe soon —
Because this is life's boon
Let us laugh.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Healthy Labour.
The charm of labour is health's appetite,
For lack of which the clammy sinew is
A joyless power, and, like a hopeless heart,
Throbs to a sickly tune.
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Her Grave.
The flowers on her grave scarce breathe,
So sweet a flower lies hid beneath;
As if they feared their growth might stir
The sleepy earth that covers her.
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Father And Lover.
My father was a god before you came;
Now in another shrine I bow the knee,
E'en as my mother in her own love-dream
Did from her father turn to worship mine.
poem by Robert Crawford
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