Author Robert Crawford Alas! in this bare life thought is austere, And only when the dream-clouds cover us And we breathe phantasy's sweet airs, we take Contentment, though 'tis visionary, on, And find some miracle of beauty still To charm us from the savour of ourselves. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments