William Morris

Love is enough: though the World be
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,

Slayer of the winter, art thou here again
O welcome, thou that's bring'st the summer nigh
The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain,
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky

The wind's on the
And the night is a-cold,
And Thames runs chill'Twixt mead and hill
But kind and

Hot August noon: already on that
Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most
Of mouth and eye, he had gone leagues of way;
Ay and by night, till whether good or

Two words about the world we see,
And nought but Mine and Thine they be
Ah
might we drive them forth and wide With us should rest and peace abide;

I am the handmaid of the earth,
I broider fair her glorious gown,
And deck her on her days of
With many a garland of renown

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

I am Day;
I bring
Life and glory,
Love and pain:

Lo from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seen; Toothed rocks down the side of the firth on the east guard a weary wide lea, And black slope the hillsides above, striped adown with their desolate green: And a peak rises up on the west fr...

Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles
While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tether'd,...

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

In Arthur's house whileome was
When happily the time went
In midmost glory of his days
He held his court then in a