 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
THEY AND WE
With stormy joy, from height on height,
The thundering cataracts leap.
The mountain tops, with still delight,
Their changeless patience keep.
The thundering cataracts leap.
The mountain tops, with still delight,
Their changeless patience keep.
Man only—tired of calm, and rent
By Joy's tempestuous throes—
Neither from passion drinks content,
Nor drinks it from repose.
By Joy's tempestuous throes—
Neither from passion drinks content,
Nor drinks it from repose.
| The Poems of Sir William Watson | |