The Poems Of William Watson
THE POEMS OFWILLIAM WATSON New YorkMACMILLAN AND CO.AND LONDON1893 Norwood PressJ.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 FELICITYVER 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 COLONIESEPIGRAMSWORDSWORTH’S GRAVELACHRYMAE MUSARUMDEDICATION OF “THE DREAM OF MAN”THE DREAM OF MANSHELLEY’S CENTENARYA GOLDEN HOURAT THE GRAVE OF CHARLES LAMBLINES IN A FLYLEAF OF “CHRISTABEL”LINES TO OUR NEW CENSORRELUCTANT SUMMERTHE GREAT MISGIVING“THE THINGS THAT ARE MORE EXCELLENT” BEAUTY’S METEMPSYCHOSISENGLAND MY MOTHERNIGHTTHE FUGITIVE IDEAL“THE FORESTERS”SONGCOLUMBUSTHE PRINCE’S QUESTANGELOTHE QUESTIONERTHE RIVERCHANGED VOICESA SUNSETA SONG OF THREE SINGERSLOVE’S ASTROLOGYTHREE FLOWERSTHREE ETERNITIESLOVE OUTLOVEDVANISHINGSBEETHOVENGOD-SEEKINGSKYFARING 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....