English Poetry. William Watson. Scentless Flow’rs I Bring Thee. Уильям Уотсон.

William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

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Scentless flow'rs I bring thee—yet
In thy bosom be they set;
In thy bosom each one grows
Fragrant beyond any rose.

Sweet enough were she who could,
In thy heart's sweet neighbourhood,
Some redundant sweetness thus
Borrow from that overplus.

William Watson’s other poems:

1. The Blind Summit
2. England and Her Colonies
3. On Exaggerated Deference to Foreign Literary Opinion
4. Mensis Lacrimarum
5. Under the Dark and Piny Steep

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