Poems by William Watson
A Song Of Three Singers
... Blows the wind it knows not why, ...
The Battle of the Bight
... Nor shall they shame their sire ...
The Soudanese
... --What! Shall we be meek who from thine own breasts draw ...
At The Grave Of Charles Lamb, In Edmonton
... Of flocks in Spring-time, _there_ should Earth enclose ...
Dedication Of "The Dream Of Man" To London, My Hostess
... Though mightier theme the mightiest ones ...
The Dream of Man
... Of the prince of the powers of the air, ...
Three Flowers
... Dear love, my sweet small flower that grew'st among ...
Ode in May
... Thou art lost in the notes on the lips of his choir ...
"Scentless Flow'rs I Bring Thee"
... In thy heart's sweet neighbourhood, ...
The Raven's Shadow
... Though the bright clouds bloom and fade ...
Our Men
... And their vast arms strike home -- ...
The Glimpse
... 'Scaped from the street's dead dust and factory's frown,- ...
The River
... As fares the soul that threads the gloom ...
Love Outloved
... Ay me! fair things and sweet are birds and flowers, ...
A Sunset
... 'Mongst huddled towers and temples, 'twixt them set ...
