The Poems of Sir William Watson | ||
BAFFLED DEITY
God hath His failures, nowise few. BehindHis mighty dreams the oft-foiled Dreamer lurks,
The aroma of perfection round His mind
Reaching not half His works;
And thus doth He, the Idealist of the Spheres,
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Delight that seems first cousin to despair
On His lone countenance void of mirth and tears!
For He is everywhere
The Eternal Master planning without cease
The Eternal Masterpiece—
Alas, impossibly fair.
1923
The Poems of Sir William Watson | ||