 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
SONG FROM AN UNFINISHED PLAY
Hope, the great explorer,
Love, whom none can bind,
Youth that looks before her,
Age that looks behind,
Joy with brow like Summer's,
Care with wintry pate—
Masquers all and mummers,
Miming before Fate!
Love, whom none can bind,
Youth that looks before her,
Age that looks behind,
Joy with brow like Summer's,
Care with wintry pate—
Masquers all and mummers,
Miming before Fate!
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Power with narrow forehead,
Wealth with niggard palm,
Wisdom old, whose hoar head
Vaunts a barren calm;
Haughty overcomers,
In their pomp and state—
Masquers all and mummers,
Round Death's Gate!
Wealth with niggard palm,
Wisdom old, whose hoar head
Vaunts a barren calm;
Haughty overcomers,
In their pomp and state—
Masquers all and mummers,
Round Death's Gate!
| The Poems of Sir William Watson | |