William Watson
William Watson
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.
song heart men
Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.