William Watson

(1858-1935 / England)

William Watson Poems

81. Dedication Of 'The Dream Of Man' To London, My Hostess 4/10/2010
82. The Mock Self 4/10/2010
83. Night 4/10/2010
84. Dawn Of The Headland 4/10/2010
85. The Lute-Player 4/10/2010
86. World Strangeness 4/10/2010
87. Angelo 4/10/2010
88. The Dream Of Man 4/10/2010
89. Felicity 4/10/2010
90. Epigrams 4/10/2010
91. A Child's Hair 4/10/2010
92. England My Mother 4/10/2010
93. Estrangement 4/10/2010
94. The Great Misgiving 1/4/2003
95. At The Grave Of Charles Lamb, In Edmonton 4/10/2010
96. Beauty's Metempsychosis 4/10/2010
97. A Sunset 4/10/2010
98. History 4/10/2010
99. A Golden Hour 4/10/2010
100. Changed Voices 4/10/2010
101. Autumn 4/10/2010
102. England And Her Colonies 1/1/2004
103. Song 1/4/2003
104. April 4/10/2010

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April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April, that mine ears
Like a lover greetest,
If I tell thee, sweetest,
All my hopes and fears,
April, April,
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But, the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears!

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The Great Misgiving

'NOT ours,' say some, 'the thought of death to dread;
   Asking no heaven, we fear no fabled hell:
Life is a feast, and we have banqueted--
   Shall not the worms as well?

'The after-silence, when the feast is o'er,
   And void the places where the minstrels stood,
Differs in nought from what hath been before,
   And is nor ill nor good.'

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