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Thursday, 4 December 2014

World-Strangeness by William Watson

Strange the world about me lies,
Never yet familiar grown—
Still disturbs me with surprise,
Haunts me like a face half known.

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

On from room to room I stray,
Yet my Host can ne’er espy,
And I know not to this day
Whether guest or captive I.

So, between the starry dome
And the floor of plains and seas,
I have never felt at home,
Never wholly been at ease.

From: http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/13179/pg13179.html

Date: 1892

By: William Watson (1858-1935)

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