William Morris

"King's daughter sitting in tower so high,     Fair summer is on many a shield.     Why weepest thou as the clouds go by?     Fair sing the swan"

"Of silk my gear was shapen,     Scarlet they did on me,     Then to the sea-strand was I borne     And laid in a bark of the sea.     O well w"

"Hear a word, a word in season, for the day is drawing nigh,     When the Cause shall call upon us, some to live, and some to die!     He that d"

"In Denmark gone is many a year,     So fair upriseth the rim of the sun,     Two sons of Gorm the King there were,     So grey is the sea when"

"How weary is it none can tell,         How dismally the days go by!     I hear the tinkling of the bell,         I see the cross against the sk"

"Fair Ellayne she walk'd by Welland river,         Across the lily lee:     O, gentle Sir Robert, ye are not kind         To stay so long at sea"

"Clad is the year in all her best,          The land is sweet and sheen;     Now Spring with Summer at her breast,          Goes down the meadow"

"Wearily, drearily,     Half the day long,     Flap the great banners     High over the stone;     Strangely and eerily     Sounds the wind's"

"For many, many days together         The wind blew steady from the East;     For many days hot grew the weather,         About the time of our"

"Love gives every gift whereby we long to live     "Love takes every gift, and nothing back doth give."     Love unlocks the lips that else were"

"Laden Autumn here I stand Worn of heart, and weak of hand: Nought but rest seems good to me, Speak the word that sets me free."

"Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow but seldom bent, Now at the no"

"But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand close to her mouth touching her cheek, As t"

"Spring am I, too soft of heart Much to speak ere I depart: Ask the Summer-tide to prove The abundance of my love."

"It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six hours ago I came and sat down here, And ponder'd sadly, we"

"Hast thou longed through weary days     For the sight of one loved face?     Mast thou cried aloud for rest,     Mid the pain of sundering hour"

"Fair now is the springtide, now earth lies beholding          With the eyes of a lover the face of the sun;     Long lasteth the daylight, and h"

"But, knowing now that they would have her speak,     She threw her wet hair backward from her brow,     Her hand close to her mouth touching her"

"THE PRINCE, being in the wood near the tower, in the evening.     I could not even think         What made me weep that day,     W"

"SIR GUY, being in the court of a Pagan castle.                 This castle where I dwell, it stands             A long way off from"

"O treacherous scent, O thorny sight,     O tangle of world's wrong and right,     What art thou 'gainst my armour's gleam     But dusky cobwebs"

"Up and away through the drifting rain!     Let us ride to the Little Tower again,     Up and away from the council board!     Do on the hauber"

"O muse that swayest the sad Northern Song,     Thy right hand full of smiting & of wrong,     Thy left hand holding pity; & thy breast     Heav"

"What part of the dread eternity     Are those strange minutes that I gain,     Mazed with the doubt of love and pain,     When I thy delicate f"

"Hellelil sitteth in bower there,     None knows my grief but God alone,     And seweth at the seam so fair,     I never wail my sorrow to any o"

"Midst bitten mead and acre shorn,     The world without is waste and worn,     But here within our orchard-close,     The guerdon of its labou"

"What is this, the sound and rumour?    What is this that all men hear,     Like the wind in hollow valleys when the storm is drawing near,     L"

"Come hither, lads, and hearken, for a tale there is to tell,     Of the wonderful days a-coming, when all shall be better than well.     And th"

"Agnes went through the meadows a-weeping,     Fowl are a-singing.     There stood the hill-man heed thereof keeping.     Agnes, fair Agnes!"

"DRAMATIS PERSONAE     GILES,                                }                 Peasant-folk.     JOAN, his Wife,         }     THE"

"Hot August noon: already on that day         Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad     Of mouth and eye, he had gone leagues of wa"

"The King has asked of his son so good,     "Why art thou hushed and heavy of mood?     O fair it is to ride abroad.     Thou playest not, and t"

"Fair now is the springtide, now earth lies beholding With the eyes of a lover the face of the sun; Long lasteth the daylight, and hope is enfolding Th"

"A golden gilliflower to-day     I wore upon my helm alway,     And won the prize of this tourney.         Hah! hah! la belle jaune girofle."

"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 l"

"The Briarwood.     The fateful slumber floats and flows     About the tangle of the rose;     But lo! the fated hand and heart     To rend th"

"Midways of a walld garden,         In the happy poplar land,         Did an ancient castle stand,     With an old knight for a warden.     M"

"Come, comrades, come, your glasses clink;     Up with your hands a health to drink,     The health of all that workers be,     In every land, o"

"No one goes there now:             For what is left to fetch away         From the desolate battlements all arow,             And the lead"

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

"A ship with shields before the sun,     Six maidens round the mast,     A red-gold crown on every one,     A green gown on the last.     The"

"Each eve earth falleth down the dark,     As though its hope were o'er;     Yet lurks the sun when day is done     Behind to-morrow's door."

"Ye who have come o'er the sea     to behold this grey minster of lands,     Whose floor is the tomb of time past,     and whose walls by the to"

"I once a King and chief     Now am the tree-bark's thief,     Ever 'twixt trunk and leaf     Chasing the prey."

"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.     Ah, w"

"You must be very old, Sir Giles,         I said; he said: Yea, very old!     Whereat the mournfullest of smiles         Creased his dry skin wi"

"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,"

"Now sleeps the land of houses,     and dead night holds the street,     And there thou liest, my baby,     and sleepest soft and sweet;     My"

"'Twas in the water-dwindling tide     When July days were done,     Sir Rafe of Greenhowes, 'gan to ride     In the earliest of the sun."

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

"THE WORKERS.     O Earth, once again cometh Spring to deliver          Thy winter-worn heart, O thou friend of the Sun;     Fair blossom the m"

"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"

"Lo, when we wade the tangled wood,     In haste and hurry to be there,     Nought seem its leaves and blossoms good,     For all that they be f"

"What cometh here from west to east awending?     And who are these, the marchers stern and slow?     We bear the message that the rich are sendi"

"THE DAMOZELS.             Lady Alice, lady Louise,             Between the wash of the tumbling seas             We are ready to s"

"The days have slain the days,     and the seasons have gone by     And brought me the summer again;     and here on the grass I lie     As ers"

"Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips;         Think but one thought of me up in the stars.     The summer night waneth, the morning"

"So swift the hours are moving     Unto the time un-proved:     Farewell my love unloving,     Farewell my love beloved!     What! are we not"

"Swerve to the left, son Roger, he said,         When you catch his eyes through the helmet-slit,     Swerve to the left, then out at his head,"

"It was up in the morn we rose betimes     From the hall-floor hard by the row of limes.     It was but John the Red and I,     And we were the"