English Poetry. William Watson. The River. Уильям Уотсон.

William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

The River

I

As drones a bee with sultry hum
When all the world with heat lies dumb,
Thou dronest through the drowsèd lea,
To lose thyself and find the sea.

As fares the soul that threads the gloom
Toward an unseen goal of doom,
Thou farest forth all witlessly,
To lose thyself and find the sea.

II

My soul is such a stream as thou,
Lapsing along it heeds not how;
In one thing only unlike thee,—
Losing itself, it finds no sea.

Albeit I know a day shall come
When its dull waters will be dumb;
And then this river-soul of Me,
Losing itself, shall find the sea.

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. Scentless Flow’rs I Bring Thee

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор)) The River (“It is a venerable place”)

Thomas Aird (Томас Эрд) The River (“Infant of the weeping hills”)

Charles Sorley (Чарльз Сорли) The River (“He watched the river running black”) February 1913

Rose Cooke (Роуз Кук) The River (“The river flows and flows away”)

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The River (“I am a river flowing from God’s sea”)

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