For England Poems written during estrangement: By William Watson |
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XIII
THE UNSUBDUED
Our tears, our wounds, our sacrifices! Yea,
But what of theirs, whose monstrous agony towers,
Darkening the noon? Their woe outmatches ours
As Alps the Wrekin. No soft hands allay
Their giant pain. A whole world's wonder, they
Fight their lorn fight against invincible powers.
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Fostered in tempest through the thunderous day.
Calamity makes them great. Have we alone
No eyes, when all men witness and acclaim?
The sound of their rude warriorship is blown
From land to land. Earth shouts afar their fame.
Bruised, broken in shards, this people nought can tame;
They have a heart that cannot be o'erthrown.
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