Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.

- William Watson

We hold our hate too choice a thing, for light and careless lavishing.

- William Watson

Best they honor thee Who honor in thee only what is best.

- William Watson

Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.

- William Watson

In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?

- William Watson

Too long, that some may rest, tired millions toil unblest.

- William Watson

O ye by wandering tempest sown 'Neath every alien star, Forget not whence the breath was blown That wafted you afar! For ye are still her anc…

- William Watson

April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.

- William Watson

A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Aga…

- William Watson