William Morris

But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from the rims of the glorious girth; But they twain arose together, and with both her palms outspread, And bathed in the light returning, she cr...

Summer looked for long am I:
Much shall change or e'er I die
Prithee take it not
Though I weary thee with bliss

Love is enough: through the trouble and tangle From yesterday's dawning to yesterday's night I sought through the vales where the prisoned winds wrangle, Till, wearied and bleeding, at end of the light I met him, and we wrestled, and great was my ...

I heard men saying,
Leave hope and praying, All days shall be as all have been; To-day and to-morrow bring fear and sorrow, The never-ending toil between
When Earth was younger mid toil and hunger, In hope we strove, and our hands were s...

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All day long and every day,
From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday,

Draw not away thy hands, my love,
With wind alone the branches move,
And though the leaves be scant
The Autumn shall not shame us

Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn
Across the long grass of the marshy
Thy west wind whispers of the coming rain,
Thy lark forgets that May is grown

I
OW a little
Set thick with lily and red rose,
Where I would wander if I

So swift the hours are
Unto the time unproved:
Farewell my love unloving,
Farewell my love beloved

The doomed ship drives on helpless through the sea,
All that the mariners may do is done And death is left for men to gaze upon,
While side by side two friends sit silently;
Friends once, foes once, and now by death made free Of Lov...

For many, many days together The wind blew steady from the East; For many days hot grew the weather, About the time of our Lady's Feast
For many days we rode together, Yet met we neither friend nor foe; Hotter and clearer grew the weather, St...

Love is enough: cherish life that abideth, Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and misname him;
For who knows in what ruin of all hope he hideth, On what wings of the terror of darkness he rideth
And what is the joy of man's life that...