 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
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THE NORTH HAS MY HEART
“The land that lies eastward, the land that lies west,
The northland, the southland, which lovest thou best?”
“To eastward, to westward, to southward I stray,
But the North has my heart at the end of the way.
The northland, the southland, which lovest thou best?”
“To eastward, to westward, to southward I stray,
But the North has my heart at the end of the way.
“Like a pearl is the East when the morn is begun,
And the West is a rose at the set of the sun,
And dear is the South as the ditties of May,
But the North has my heart at the end of the way.
And the West is a rose at the set of the sun,
And dear is the South as the ditties of May,
But the North has my heart at the end of the way.
“The East has her streams, and the West her white foam,
And the South her bland welcome to Spring tripping home—
But the North has her mountains majestic all day,
And the North has my heart, to the end of the way.”
And the South her bland welcome to Spring tripping home—
But the North has her mountains majestic all day,
And the North has my heart, to the end of the way.”
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