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Title: The Poems of William Watson

Author: William Watson

Release Date: August 15, 2004 [EBook #13179]

Language: English

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THE POEMS OF WILLIAM WATSON

New York
MACMILLAN AND CO.
AND LONDON
1893

Norwood Press
J.S. Cushing & Co.—Berwick & Smith.
Boston, Mass., U.S.A.

CONTENTS

MISCELLANEOUS—
  PRELUDE
  AUTUMN
  WORLD-STRANGENESS
  "WHEN BIRDS WERE SONGLESS"
  THE MOCK SELF
  "THY VOICE FROM INMOST DREAMLAND CALLS"
  IN LALEHAM CHURCHYARD
  THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH
  "NAY, BID ME NOT MY CARES TO LEAVE"
  A CHILD'S HAIR
  THE KEY-BOARD
  "SCENTLESS FLOW'RS I BRING THEE"
  ON LANDOR'S "HELLENICS"
  To ——
  ON EXAGGERATED DEFERENCE TO FOREIGN LITERARY OPINION
  ENGLAND TO IRELAND
  MENSIS LACRIMARUM
  "UNDER THE DARK AND PINY STEEP"
  THE BLIND SUMMIT
  TO LORD TENNYSON
  SKETCH OF A POLITICAL CHARACTER
  ART MAXIMS
  THE GLIMPSE
  THE BALLAD OF THE "BRITAIN'S PRIDE"
  LINES
  THE RAVEN'S SHADOW
  LUX PERDITA
  ENGLAND AND HER COLONIES
  HISTORY
  THE EMPTY NEST
  IRELAND
  THE LUTE-PLAYER
  "AND THESE—ARE THESE INDEED THE END"
  THE RUSS AT KARA
  LIBERTY REJECTED
  LIFE WITHOUT HEALTH
  TO A FRIEND, CHAFING AT ENFORCED IDLENESS
    FROM INTERRUPTED HEALTH
  "WELL HE SLUMBERS, GREATLY SLAIN"
  AN EPISTLE
  TO AUSTIN DOBSON
  TO EDWARD CLODD
  TO EDWARD DOWDEN
  FELICITY
VER TENEBROSUM, SONNETS OF MARCH AND APRIL 1885—
  THE SOUDANESE
  HASHEEN
  THE ENGLISH DEAD
  GORDON
  GORDON (concluded)
  THE TRUE PATRIOTISM
  RESTORED ALLEGIANCE
  THE POLITICAL LUMINARY
  FOREIGN MENACE
  HOME-ROOTEDNESS
  OUR EASTERN TREASURE
  REPORTED CONCESSIONS
  NIGHTMARE
  LAST WORD: TO THE COLONIES
EPIGRAMS
WORDSWORTH'S GRAVE
LACHRYMÆ MUSARUM
DEDICATION OF "THE DREAM OF MAN"
THE DREAM OF MAN
SHELLEY'S CENTENARY
A GOLDEN HOUR
AT THE GRAVE OF CHARLES LAMB
LINES IN A FLYLEAF OF "CHRISTABEL"
LINES TO OUR NEW CENSOR
RELUCTANT SUMMER
THE GREAT MISGIVING
"THE THINGS THAT ARE MORE EXCELLENT"
BEAUTY'S METEMPSYCHOSIS
ENGLAND MY MOTHER
NIGHT
THE FUGITIVE IDEAL
"THE FORESTERS"
SONG
COLUMBUS
THE PRINCE'S QUEST
ANGELO
THE QUESTIONER
THE RIVER
CHANGED VOICES
A SUNSET
A SONG OF THREE SINGERS
LOVE'S ASTROLOGY
THREE FLOWERS
THREE ETERNITIES
LOVE OUTLOVED
VANISHINGS
BEETHOVEN
GOD-SEEKING
SKYFARING

MISCELLANEOUS

PRELUDE

The mighty poets from their flowing store
Dispense like casual alms the careless ore;
Through throngs of men their lonely way they go,
Let fall their costly thoughts, nor seem to know.—
Not mine the rich and showering hand, that strews
The facile largess of a stintless Muse.
A fitful presence, seldom tarrying long,
Capriciously she touches me to song—
Then leaves me to lament her flight in vain,
And wonder will she ever come again.

AUTUMN

Thou burden of all songs the earth hath sung,
  Thou retrospect in Time's reverted eyes,
  Thou metaphor of everything that dies,
That dies ill-starred, or dies beloved and young
    And therefore blest and wise,—
O be less beautiful, or be less brief,
  Thou tragic splendour, strange, and full of fear!
  In vain her pageant shall the Summer rear?
At thy mute signal, leaf by golden leaf,
    Crumbles the gorgeous year.

Ah, ghostly as remembered mirth, the tale
  Of Summer's bloom, the legend of the Spring!
  And thou, too, flutterest an impatient wing,
Thou presence yet more fugitive and frail,
    Thou most unbodied thing,
Whose very being is thy going hence,
  And passage and departure all thy theme;
  Whose life doth still a splendid dying seem,
And thou at height of thy magnificence
    A figment and a dream.

Stilled is the virgin rapture that was June,
  And cold is August's panting heart of fire;
  And in the storm-dismantled forest-choir
For thine own elegy thy winds attune
    Their wild and wizard lyre:
And poignant grows the charm of thy decay,
  The pathos of thy beauty, and the sting,
  Thou parable of greatness vanishing!
For me, thy woods of gold and skies of grey
    With speech fantastic ring.

For me, to dreams resigned, there come and go,
  'Twixt mountains draped and hooded night and morn,
  Elusive notes in wandering wafture borne,
From undiscoverable lips that blow
    An immaterial horn;
And spectral seem thy winter-boding trees,
  Thy ruinous bowers and drifted foliage wet—
  Past and Future in sad bridal met,
O voice of everything that perishes,
    And soul of all regret!

WORLD-STRANGENESS

Strange the world about me lies,
  Never yet familiar grown—
Still disturbs me with surprise,
  Haunts me like a face half known.

In this house with starry dome,
  Floored with gemlike plains and seas,
Shall I never feel at home,
  Never wholly be at ease?

On from room to room I stray,
  Yet my Host can ne'er espy,
And I know not to this day
  Whether guest or captive I.

So, between the starry dome
  And the floor of plains and seas,
I have never felt at home,
  Never wholly been at ease.

"WHEN BIRDS WERE SONGLESS"

When birds were songless on the bough
    I heard thee sing.
The world was full of winter, thou
    Wert full of spring.

To-day the world's heart feels anew
    The vernal thrill,
And thine beneath the rueful yew
    Is wintry chill.

THE MOCK SELF

Few friends are mine, though many wights there be
Who, meeting oft a phantasm that makes claim
To be myself, and hath my face and name,
And whose thin fraud I wink at privily,
Account this light impostor very me.
What boots it undeceive them, and proclaim
Myself myself, and whelm this cheat with shame?
I care not, so he