William Morris

(1834 - 1896 / England)

For The Bed At Kelmscott - Poem by William Morris

The wind's on the wold
And the night is a-cold,
And Thames runs chill
'Twixt mead and hill.
But kind and dear
Is the old house here
And my heart is warm
'Midst winter's harm.
Rest then and rest,
And think of the best
'Twixt summer and spring,
When all birds sing
In the town of the tree,
And ye in me
And scarce dare move,
Lest earth and its love
Should fade away
Ere the full of the day.
I am old and have seen
Many things that have been;
Both grief and peace
And wane and increase
No tale I tell
Of ill or well,
But this I say:
Night treadeth on day,
And for worst or best
Right good is rest.

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  • (8/2/2009 6:43:00 PM)

    I build an arts and crafts home and framed this poem for my bedroom. High on a cliff, overlooking a deep water river, it is surrounded by tall pines and I feel I am in 'the town of the tree'. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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