 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
BEWARE
The niggardly bosom in jewelled garb;
The nectar whose dregs are gall:
The arrows a knave or slave can barb,
And the battlements whence they fall;—
Beware, beware of them all.
The nectar whose dregs are gall:
The arrows a knave or slave can barb,
And the battlements whence they fall;—
Beware, beware of them all.
The adders whose mouths are death or bale
Unto him in whose path they crawl;
And the owls that would hoot the nightingale
Whose song doth the world enthrall;—
Beware, beware of them all.
Unto him in whose path they crawl;
And the owls that would hoot the nightingale
Whose song doth the world enthrall;—
Beware, beware of them all.
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The sleep at the oar; the slip on the ice;
The crack in the stately wall;
The pearl that laughed at its own mad price,
And the tower that was built too tall;—
Beware, beware of them all.
The crack in the stately wall;
The pearl that laughed at its own mad price,
And the tower that was built too tall;—
Beware, beware of them all.
1935
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