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Spring am I, too soft of
Much to speak ere I depart:
Ask the Summer-tide to
The abundance of my love.
William Morris
William Morris (24 March 1834 – 3 October 1896) was a British textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist associated wi
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