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William Watson (Уильям Уотсон) The Raven's Shadow Seabird, elemental sprite, Moulded of the sun and spray— Raven, dreary flake of night Drifting in the eye of day— What in common have ye two, Meeting 'twixt the blue and blue? Thou to eastward carriest The keen savour of the foam,— Thou dost bear unto the west Fragrance from thy woody home, Where perchance a house is thine Odorous of the oozy pine. Eastward thee thy proper cares, Things of mighty moment, call; Thee to westward thine affairs Summon, weighty matters all: I, where land and sea contest, Watch you eastward, watch you west, Till, in snares of fancy caught, Mystically changed ye seem, And the bird becomes a thought, And the thought becomes a dream, And the dream, outspread on high, Lords it o'er the abject sky. Surely I have known before Phantoms of the shapes ye be— Haunters of another shore 'Leaguered by another sea. There my wanderings night and morn Reconcile me to the bourn. There the bird of happy wings Wafts the ocean-news I crave; Rumours of an isle he brings Gemlike on the golden wave: But the baleful beak and plume Scatter immelodious gloom. Though the flow'rs be faultless made, Perfectly to live and die— Though the bright clouds bloom and fade Flow'rlike 'midst a meadowy sky— Where this raven roams forlorn Veins of midnight flaw the morn. He not less will croak and croak As he ever caws and caws, Till the starry dance he broke, Till the sphery pæan pause, And the universal chime Falter out of tune and time. Coils the labyrinthine sea Duteous to the lunar will, But some discord stealthily Vexes the world-ditty still, And the bird that caws and caws Clasps creation with his claws. William Watson's other poems:
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