Category Archives: Isabella Valancy Crawford

(25 December 1850 – 12 February 1887 / Dublin, Ireland)

poem – beside the sea

ONE time he dreamed beside a sea That laid a mane of mimic stars In fondling quiet on the knee Of one tall, pearlèd cliff; the bars Of golden beaches upward swept; Pine-scented shadows seaward crept. The full moon swung … Continue reading

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poem – the dark stag

1 A startled stag, the blue-grey Night, 2 Leaps down beyond black pines. 3 Behind–a length of yellow light– 4 The hunter’s arrow shines: 5 His moccasins are stained with red, 6 He bends upon his knee, 7 From covering … Continue reading

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poem – his mother

In the first dawn she lifted from her bed The holy silver of her noble head, And listened, listened, listened for his tread. ‘Too soon, too soon !’ she murmured, ‘Yet I’ll keep My vigil longer­ thou, O tender Sleep, … Continue reading

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poem – the rose

The Rose was given to man for this: He, sudden seeing it in later years, Should swift remember Love’s first lingering kiss And Grief’s last lingering tears; Or, being blind, should feel its yearning soul Knit all its piercing perfume … Continue reading

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poem – a perfect strain

O BID the minstrel tune his harp, And bid the minstrel sing; And let it be a perfect strain That round the hall shall ring: A strain to throb in lady’s heart, To brim the warrior’s soul, As dew fills … Continue reading

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poem – a hungry day

I MIND him well, he was a quare ould chap, Come like meself from swate ould Erin’s sod; He hired me wanst to help his harvest in- The crops was fine that summer, praised be God! He found us, Rosie, … Continue reading

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poem – a harvest song

THE noon was as a crystal bowl The red wine mantled through; Around it like a Viking’s beard The red-gold hazes blew, As tho’ he quaffed the ruddy draught While swift his galley flew. This mighty Viking was the Night; … Continue reading

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