 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
LINES WRITTEN IN RICHMOND PARK
Fair one, were you but here!The Autumn flames away,
And pensive in the antlered shade I stray.
The Autumn flames away, his end is near.
I linger where deposed and fall'n he lies,
Prankt in his last poor tattered braveries,
And think what brightness would enhance the Day,
Were you—were you but here!
Though hushed the woodlands, though sedate the skies,
Though dank the leaves and sere,
The storèd sunlight in your hair and eyes
Would vernalize
November, and renew the agèd year,
Fair one! were you but here.
1894
| The Poems of Sir William Watson | |