 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
A HALF-REAL SOLACE
Though I may sink o'erborne at last
In suddenness of the felling blast,
This do I know: when life is past,
Not quite shall I be out of place
In the earnest fire-fierce Earth's embrace,
As less a man than a grimace.
In suddenness of the felling blast,
This do I know: when life is past,
Not quite shall I be out of place
In the earnest fire-fierce Earth's embrace,
As less a man than a grimace.
Rather shall I be wholly at home,
Mid the still quick and flameful loam.
Mid the still quick and flameful loam.
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