William Cranston Lawton

  • My Fatherland

    The imperial boy had fallen in his pride
      Before the gates of golden Babylon.
      The host, who deemed that priceless treasure won,
    For many a day since then had wandered wide,
    By famine thinned, by savage hordes defied.
      In a deep vale, beneath the...

  • Song, Youth, and Sorrow

    Lofty against our Western dawn uprises Achilles:
      He among heroes alone singeth or toucheth the lyre.
    Few, and dimmed by grief, are the days that to him are appointed!
      Love he shall know but to lose, life but to cast it away.
    Dreaming of peace and a bride, he...