Poems by William Morris
The Folk-Mote By The River
... It was dark in the porch, but our scythes we felt, ...
Error And Loss
... Then from the wood a voice cried: Ah, in vain, ...
The Flowering Orchard
... in the peasant carles cot ...
Of The Three Seekers
... Ah me! said the third, that my love were anear! ...
Winter
... Longing safe amidst of sleep: ...
The Day Is Coming
... For all these shall be ours and all mens ...
Hildebrand And Hellelil
... Lord Hildebrand stroked my white white cheek: ...
The End Of May
... And the worlds joy passed away ...
The Story of Sigurd the Volsung
... ed amidst her slumber, as 'neath the night she lay,And fresh and all abundant abode the deeds of Day ...
A Good Knight In Prison
... The grim walls, square-letter'd ...
The Earthly Paradise: Apology
... At Christmas-tide such wondrous things did show, ...
