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Poem by William Morris


Another For The Briar-Rose


O treacherous scent, O thorny sight,
O tangle of worlds wrong and right,
What art thou gainst my armours gleam
But dusky cobwebs of a dream?

Beat down, deep sunk from every gleam
Of hope, they lie and dully dream;
Men once, but men no more, that Love
Their waste defeated hearts should move.

Here sleeps the world that would not love!
Let it sleep on, but if He move
Their hearts in humble wise to wait
On his new-wakened fair estate.

O won at last is never late!
Thy silence was the voice of fate;
Thy still hands conquered in the strife;
Thine eyes were light; thy lips were life.



William Morris


William Morris's other poems:
  1. Pain And Time Strive Not
  2. All For The Cause
  3. Of The Three Seekers
  4. The Burgher's Battle
  5. To The Muse Of The North


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