William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)
Vanishings
As one whose eyes have watched the stricken day Swoon to its crimson death adown the sea, Turning his face to eastward suddenly Sees a lack-lustre world all chill and gray,— Then, wandering sunless whitherso he may, Feels the first dubious dumb obscurity, And vague foregloomings of the Dark to be, Close like a sadness round his glimmering way; So I, from drifting dreambound on and on About strange isles of utter bliss, in seas Whose waves are unimagined melodies, Rose and beheld the dreamless world anew: Sad were the fields, and dim with splendours gone The strait sky-glimpses fugitive and few.
William Watson’s other poems:
- The Blind Summit
- England and Her Colonies
- On Exaggerated Deference to Foreign Literary Opinion
- Mensis Lacrimarum
- Scentless Flow’rs I Bring Thee
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