William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

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When birds were songless on the bough
    I heard thee sing.
The world was full of winter, thou
    Wert full of spring.

To-day the world's heart feels anew
    The vernal thrill,
And thine beneath the rueful yew
    Is wintry chill.

1. Scentless Flow'rs I Bring Thee
2. In Laleham Churchyard
3. On Landor's “Hellenics”
4. Mensis Lacrimarum
5. England to Ireland

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