The Collected Works Of William Morris The Defence Of Guenevere The Hollow Land

Author : William Morris
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230241494
Total Pages : 120 pages
Book Rating : 4.2/5 (414 download)

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Download or read book The Collected Works of William Morris Volume 6 written by William Morris and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 120 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ... FEBRUARY NOON--and the north-west sweeps the empty road, The rai n-washed fields from hedge to hedge are bare; Beneath the leafless elms some hind's abode Looks small and void, and no smoke meets the air From its poor hearth: one lonely rook doth dare The gale, and beats above the unseen corn, Then turns, and whirling down the wind is borne. Shall it not hap that on some dawn of May Thou shalt awake, and, thinking of days dead, See nothing clear but this same dreary day, Of all the days that have passed o'er thinehead? Shalt thou not wonder, looking from thy bed, Through green leaves on the windless east a-fire, That this day too thine heart doth still desire? Shalt thou not wonder that it livethyet, The useless hope, the useless craving pain, That made thy face, that lonely noontide, wet With more than beating of the chilly rain? Shalt thou not hope for joy new born again, Since no grief ever born can ever die Through changeless change of seasons passing by? THE change has come at last, and from the west Drives on the wind, and gives the clouds no rest, And ruffles up the water thin that lies Over the surface of the thawing ice; Sunrise and sunset with no glorious show Are seen, as late they were across the snow; The wet-lipped west wind chilleth to the bone More than the light and flickering east hath done. Full soberly the earth's fresh hope begins, Nor stays to think of what each new day wins: And still it seems to bid us turn away From this chill thaw to dream of blossomed May: E'en as some hapless lover's dull shame sinks Away sometimes in day-dreams, and he thinks No more of yesterday's disgrace and foil, No more he thinks of all the sickening toil Of piling straw on straw to reach the sky; But rather now a pitying face draws...