The last fruit off a tree is oft more sweet
And finely flavoured than the first, and so
Within life's autumn men may pleasures pluck
As sweet as youth's, and more sufficing than
The rank and rare enjoyments of the boy.

(C) Robert Crawford
03/09/2017


Best Poems of Robert Crawford

• Lethe.
• Death.
• Song #2.
• The Bush Aboon Traquair
• Sea-weeds.
• Women.
• Work.
• Ever And Only.
• Jove.
• Evening.
• Beauty.
• Song
• Echo.
• Love #3.
• Egoism.
• Song #11.
• The Glove Of The Live Lady.
• Old-fashioned Child.
• Thought.
• Song #14.