Poem by William Watson

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Under the dark and piny steep
  We watched the storm crash by:
We saw the bright brand leap and leap
  Out of the shattered sky.

The elements were minist'ring
  To make one mortal blest;
For, peal by peal, you did but cling
  The closer to his breast.

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2. On Exaggerated Deference to Foreign Literary Opinion
3. On Landor's “Hellenics”
4. Mensis Lacrimarum
5. To ——

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