William Watson's Poetry, by written

• Estrangement

    So, without overt breach, we fall apart,
    Tacitly sunder--neither you nor I

  13 lines
• April

  APRIL, April,
  Laugh thy girlish laughter;

  11 lines
• Wordsworth's Grave

  The old rude church, with bare, bald tower, is here;
    Beneath its shadow high-born Rotha flows;

  253 lines
• Dedication Of "The Dream Of Man" To London, My Hostess

  City that waitest to be sung,--
    For whom no hand

  63 lines
• A Golden Hour

  A beckoning spirit of gladness seemed afloat,
    That lightly danced in laughing air before us:

  18 lines
• At The Grave Of Charles Lamb, In Edmonton

  Not here, O teeming City, was it meet
    Thy lover, thy most faithful, should repose,

  13 lines
• Lines In A Flyleaf Of "Christabel"

  Inhospitably hast thou entertained,
  O Poet, us the bidden to thy board,

  13 lines
• Lines To Our New Censor

  [Mr. Oscar Wilde, having discovered that England is unworthy of him, has announced his resolve to become a naturalised Frenchman.]
  A

  25 lines
• Reluctant Summer

  Reluctant Summer! once, a maid
    Full easy of access,

  16 lines
• Love Outloved

  I    Love cometh and love goeth,
        And he is wise who knoweth

  64 lines
• Mensis Lacrimarum

  March, that comes roaring, maned, with rampant paws,
        And bleatingly withdraws;

  9 lines
• Lines (With A Volume Of The Author's Poems Sent To M.R.C.)

  Go, Verse, nor let the grass of tarrying grow
  Beneath thy feet iambic. Southward go

  25 lines
• England To Ireland

  Spouse whom my sword in the olden time won me,
    Winning me hatred more sharp than a sword--

  43 lines
• Epigrams

  'Tis human fortune's happiest height to be
    A spirit melodious, lucid, poised, and whole;

  387 lines
• Song

  APRIL, April,
  Laugh thy girlish laughter;

  12 lines, 1 comment
• Ode in May

  LET me go forth, and share
    The overflowing Sun

  61 lines, 1 comment
• The Great Misgiving

  'NOT ours,' say some, 'the thought of death to dread;
    Asking no heaven, we fear no fabled hell:

  23 lines
• Ireland

  In the wild and lurid desert, in the thunder-travelled ways,
  'Neath the night that ever hurries to the dawn that still delays,

  7 lines
• Lachrymæ Musarum

  Low, like another's, lies the laurelled head:
  The life that seemed a perfect song is o'er:

  137 lines
• Shelley's Centenary

  Within a narrow span of time,
  Three princes of the realm of rhyme,

  124 lines
• "The Foresters"

  Clear as of old the great voice rings to-day,
  While Sherwood's oak-leaves twine with Aldworth's bay:

  22 lines
• The Princes' Quest - Part the First

  There was a time, it passeth me to say
  How long ago, but sure 'twas many a day

  207 lines
• The Princes' Quest - Part the Third

  So without rest or tarriance all that night,
  Until the world was blear with coming light,

  230 lines
• The Princes' Quest - Part the Second

  A fearful and a lovely thing is Sleep,
  And mighty store of secrets hath in keep;

  190 lines
• The Princes' Quest - Part the Fifth

  So, being risen, the Prince in brief while went
  Forth to the market-place, where babblement

  178 lines
• The Princes' Qust - Part the Fourth

  That night he dreamed that over him there stole
  A change miraculous, whereby his soul

  127 lines
• The Princes' Quest - Part the Seventh

  But Sleep, who makes a mist about the sense,
  Doth ope the eyelids of the soul, and thence

  160 lines
• The Princes Quest - Part the Sixth

  Even as one voice the great sea sang. From out
  The green heart of the waters round about,

  228 lines
• The Princes' Ques -Part the Eighth

  Now as it chanced, the day was almost spent
  When down the lonely mountain-side he went,

  215 lines
• The Princes' Quest - Part the Tenth

  That night within the City of Youth there stood
  Musicians playing to the multitude

  105 lines

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