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William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)


Ireland


In the wild and lurid desert, in the thunder-travelled ways,
'Neath the night that ever hurries to the dawn that still delays,
There she clutches at illusions, and she seeks a phantom goal
With the unattaining passion that consumes the unsleeping soul:
And calamity enfolds her, like the shadow of a ban,
And the niggardness of Nature makes the misery of man:
And in vain the hand is stretched to lift her, stumbling in the gloom,
While she follows the mad fen-fire that conducts her to her doom. 



William Watson's other poems:
  1. The Man Who Saw
  2. The Battle Of The Bight
  3. Wordsworth's Grave
  4. When Birds Were Songless
  5. Reluctant Summer


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

  • Francis Ledwidge (Фрэнсис Ледвидж) Ireland ("I called you by sweet names by wood and linn")

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