For The Briar Rose.
The Briarwood. The fateful slumber floats and flows About the tangle of the rose; But lo! the fated hand and heart To rend the slumberous curse apart! The Council Room. The threat of war, the hope of peace, The Kingdom's peril and increase Sleep on, and bide the latter day, When fate shall take her chain away. The Garden Court. The maiden pleasance of the land Knoweth no stir of voice or hand, No cup the sleeping waters fill, The restless shuttle lieth still. The Rosebower. Here lies the hoarded love, the key To all the treasure that shall be; Come fated hand the gift to take, And smite this sleeping world awake.
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"The Briarwood...."
This evocative piece by William Morris, titled "For The Briar Rose.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...