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William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)


England and Her Colonies


SHE stands, a thousand-wintered tree, 
  By countless morns impearled; 
Her broad roots coil beneath the sea, 
  Her branches sweep the world; 
Her seeds, by careless winds conveyed,         
  Clothe the remotest strand 
With forests from her scatterings made, 
New nations fostered in her shade, 
  And linking land with land. 
 
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 ancient seed 
  On younger soil let fall—         
Children of Britain’s island-breed, 
To whom the Mother in her need 
  Perchance may one day call.



William Watson's other poems:
  1. On Exaggerated Deference to Foreign Literary Opinion
  2. England to Ireland
  3. World-Strangeness
  4. The Glimpse
  5. Thy Voice from Inmost Dreamland Calls


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