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For A Present Of Roses Post by :executive1 Category :Poems Author :Robert F. Murray Date :September 2011 Read :2202

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For A Present Of Roses

Crimson and cream and white--
My room is a garden of roses!
Centre and left and right,
Three several splendid posies.

As the sender is, they are sweet,
These lovely gifts of your sending,
With the stifling summer heat
Their delicate fragrance blending.

What more can my heart desire?
Has it lost the power to be grateful?
Is it only a burnt-out fire,
Whose ashes are dull and hateful?

Yet still to itself it doth say,
'I should have loved far better
To have found, coming in to-day,
The merest scrap of a letter.'

(The end)
Robert F. Murray's poem: For A Present Of Roses

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In Time Of Sorrow In Time Of Sorrow

In Time Of Sorrow
Despair is in the suns that shine, And in the rains that fall,This sad forsaken soul of mine Is weary of them all.They fall and shine on alien streets From those I love and know.I cannot hear amid the heats The North Sea's freshening flowThe people hurry up and down, Like ghosts that cannot lie;And wandering through the phantom town The weariest ghost am I.(The end)Robert F. Murray's poem: In Time Of Sorrow

Footsteps In The Street Footsteps In The Street

Footsteps In The Street
Oh, will the footsteps never be done? The insolent feet Thronging the street,Forsaken now of the only one.The only one out of all the throng, Whose footfall I knew, And could tell it so true,That I leapt to see as she passed along,As she passed along with her beautiful face, Which knew full well Though it did not tell,That I was there in the window-space.Now my sense is never so clear.