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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

From ‘England, My Mother’

By William Watson (1858–1935)

From ‘The Poems of William Watson’ (2 vols.)

LO, with the ancient

Roots of man’s nature,

Twines the eternal

Passion of song.

Ever Love fans it,

Ever Life feeds it;

Time cannot age it,

Death cannot slay.

Deep in the world-heart

Stand its foundations,

Tangled with all things,

Twin-made with all.

Nay, what is Nature’s

Self, but an endless

Strife toward music,

Euphony, rhyme?

Trees in their blooming,

Tides in their flowing,

Stars in their circling,

Tremble with song.

God on His throne is

Eldest of poets:

Unto His measures

Moveth the whole.