William Morris

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...

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

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...

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

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 ...

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

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...

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...

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...

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

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

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

I am the ancient apple-queen,
As once I was so am I now
For evermore a hope unseen,
Betwixt the blossom and the bough

I am Night:
I bring
Hope of pleasure, rest from pain:
Thoughts unsaid 'twixt Life and

The days have slain the days, and the seasons have gone
And brought me the summer again; and here on the grass I
As erst I lay and was glad ere I meddled with right and with wrong
Wide lies the mead as of old, and the river is creeping

Had she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss
Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain That her own eyes might see him slain Beside the haystack in the floods
Along the dripping leafless woods, The stirrup touching either...