William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

Life without Health

Behold life builded as a goodly house
And grown a mansion ruinous
With winter blowing through its crumbling walls!
The master paceth up and down his halls,
And in the empty hours
Can hear the tottering of his towers
And tremor of their bases underground.
And oft he starts and looks around
At creaking of a distant door
Or echo of his footfall on the floor,
Thinking it may be one whom he awaits
And hath for many days awaited,
Coming to lead him through the mouldering gates
Out somewhere, from his home dilapidated. 

1. Liberty Rejected
2. The Ballad of the “Britain's Pride”
3. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain
4. The Mock Self
5. The Russ at Kara

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