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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 River
  2. The Man Who Saw
  3. April
  4. Love's Astrology
  5. A Song of Three Singers


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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