William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

World-Strangeness

Strange the world about me lies,
  Never yet familiar grown—
Still disturbs me with surprise,
  Haunts me like a face half known.

In this house with starry dome,
  Floored with gemlike plains and seas,
Shall I never feel at home,
  Never wholly be at ease?

On from room to room I stray,
  Yet my Host can ne'er espy,
And I know not to this day
  Whether guest or captive I.

So, between the starry dome
  And the floor of plains and seas,
I have never felt at home,
  Never wholly been at ease.

1. Lux Perdita
2. On Exaggerated Deference to Foreign Literary Opinion
3. Scentless Flow'rs I Bring Thee
4. The Glimpse
5. The Ballad of the “Britain's Pride”

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