Robinson also wrote philosophical poems and, in his last years, specialized in Arthurian narratives, including Merlin, Lancelot, and Tristram. After his death, Robinson's reputation suffered something of an eclipse, but many older and younger poets—including Robert Frost, James Dickey, and James Wright—have borne witness to Robinson's continuing power. He was also one of the best American sonnet writers, forming a bridge between Longfellow and Frost in a continuous tradition of sonnets peculiarly suited to the idiom and landscape of New England.
Poem
Miniver Cheevy
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born, And he had reasons.
Miniver loved the days of old When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold Would set him dancing.
Miniver sighed for what was not,
And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot, And Priam's neighbors.
Miniver mourned the ripe renown That made so many a name