Poem by William Watson

To ——

(WITH A VOLUME OF EPIGRAMS)

Unto the Lady of The Nook
    Fly, tiny book.
There thou hast lovers—even thou!
    Fly thither now.

Seven years hast thou for honour yearned,
    And scant praise earned;
But ah! to win, at last, such friends,
    Is full amends.

1. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain
2. And These - Are These Indeed the End
3. Liberty Rejected
4. World-Strangeness
5. The Raven's Shadow

Richard Trench To —— ("What maiden gathers flowers, who does not love?")

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