William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

Changed Voices

Last night the seawind was to me
A metaphor of liberty,
And every wave along the beach
A starlit music seemed to be.

To-day the seawind is to me
A fettered soul that would be free,
And dumbly striving after speech
The tides yearn landward painfully.

To-morrow how shall sound for me
The changing voice of wind and sea?
What tidings shall be borne of each?
What rumour of what mystery? 

1. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain
2. And These - Are These Indeed the End
3. The Russ at Kara
4. Liberty Rejected
5. On Exaggerated Deference to Foreign Literary Opinion

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