Poems by William Watson
An Epistle: (To N.A.)
... All thoughts, save of the dead, preclude,-- ...
Estrangement
... Whene'er your name on some chance lip may lie, ...
The Men Who Man Our Batteries
... They shall not lack our love -- ...
God-Seeking
... And where 'mid thunderous glooms great sunsets burn, ...
"Well he slumbers, greatly slain"
... War and wave at last decree: ...
Three Eternities
... Some time shall lie, my love, ...
"When Birds were Songless"
... To-day the world's heart feels anew ...
The Great Misgiving
... And void the places where the minstrels stood, ...
England My Mother
... Gray grows thy count'nance, ...
Lux Perdita
... Thou leftest following life's chance lure, where shone ...
To A Friend: Chafing At Enforced Idleness From Interrupted Health
... Stammered and stumbled and the wrong parts played, ...
Ireland
... And in vain the hand is stretched to lift her, stumbling in the gloom, ...
Autumn
... 'Twixt mountains draped and hooded night and morn, ...
On Landor's "Hellenics"
... -no stream Whose heaven-belying surface makes the stars ...
"Nay, Bid Me Not My Cares To Leave"
... Who cannot from their shadow flee ...
