William Watson
William Watson
feet weary
Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.
guests rooms host
On from room to room I stray,Yet mine Host can ne'er espy,And I know not to this day,Whether guest or captive I.
home sea ease
In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?
laughter spring laughing
April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.
joy graves earnest
Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy.