Poems by William Morris
Song VI: Cherish Life that Abideth
... And the world's tale shall sound in your trumpet of warning, ...
Song VII: Dawn Talks to Day
... O sweet day, O rich day, made long for our love! Late day shall greet eve, ...
Song VIII: While Ye Deemed Him A-Sleeping
... Change is come, and past over, no more strife, no more learning: ...
Spring
... Spring am I, too soft of heart ...
Summer
... Much shall change or e'er I die ...
Summer Dawn
... Faint and grey 'twixt the leaves of the aspen, betwixt the cloud-bars ...
The Chapel in Lyonesse
... Thy wasted fingers twineWithin the tresses of her hair ...
The Defence of Guenevere
... I know I wonder'd how the fire, while I should stand, "And burn, against the heat, would quiver so, ...
The Doomed Ship
... Friends once, foes once, and now by death made free ...
The Earthly Paradise: The Lady of the Land
... would fain have delivered from a strange & dreadful doom, butfailing herein, he died soon afterwards ...
The Eve of Crecy
... Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite--That folks may say: Times change, by the rood, ...
The Haystack in the Floods
... Would God that this next hour were past!"He answer'd not, but cried his cry, ...
The Nymph's Song to Hylas
... And I beheld them as before! There comes a murmur from the shore, ...
The Story of Sigurd the Volsung (excerpt)
... Lymdale and the house that fostered me!"Then he set the ring on her finger and once, if ne'er again, ...
The Voice of Toil
... Come, shoulder to shoulder ere the world grows older! ...
