Quote #7
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
More from William Watson
- And though circuitous and obscure The feet of Nemesis how sure!
- Deemest thou labor Only is earnest? Grave is all beauty, Solemn is joy.
- Best they honor thee Who honor in thee only what is best.
- Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, Song passes not away.
- Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness-
- In this world with starry dome, Floored with gemlike plains and seas, Shall I never feel at home, Never wholly be at ease?
- The after-silence, when the feast is o'er, And void the places where the minstrels stood, Differs in nought from what hath been before, And…
- On from room to room I stray, Yet mine Host can ne'er espy, And I know not to this day, Whether guest or captive I.