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SONNET XIV
WILLIAM WATSON |
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SONNET XIV
WILLIAM WATSON
Singer, who sawest that England loved of old
Was to herself and her own glory untrue,—
Singer, whose passionate heart, unerring, knew
That when the truculent foolish wild drums rolled
It was indeed that Honour's knell was tolled,—
Thou hast thy place among the nobler few
Whose spirits an austere destiny pursue,
Whose thoughts are flames, whose words are flawless gold.
Was to herself and her own glory untrue,—
Singer, whose passionate heart, unerring, knew
That when the truculent foolish wild drums rolled
It was indeed that Honour's knell was tolled,—
Thou hast thy place among the nobler few
Whose spirits an austere destiny pursue,
Whose thoughts are flames, whose words are flawless gold.
Because thy voice condemned the deadly wrong,
Because thy sword flashed, quivering, from its sheath
When other bards stood mute, and robed in shame,
Time shall not lay one finger on thy wreath.
Loud through the years shall ring thy fearless song
And many lands shall reverence thy name.
Because thy sword flashed, quivering, from its sheath
When other bards stood mute, and robed in shame,
Time shall not lay one finger on thy wreath.
Loud through the years shall ring thy fearless song
And many lands shall reverence thy name.
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