William Morris Poems

King Hafbur & King Siward
They needs must stir up strife,
All about the sweetling Signy
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I heard men saying, Leave hope and praying,
All days shall be as all have been;
To-day and to-morrow bring fear and sorrow,
The never-ending toil between.
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But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth,
And the light flashed up to the heavens from the rims of the glorious girth;
But they twain arose together, and with both her palms outspread,
And bathed in the light returning, she cried aloud and said:
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Winter in the world it is,
Round about the unhoped kiss
Whose dream I long have sorrowed o’er;
Round about the longing sore,
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Agnes went through the meadows a-weeping,
Fowl are a-singing.
There stood the hill-man heed thereof keeping.
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Ho! is there any will ride with me,
Sir Giles, le bon des barrières?

The clink of arms is good to hear,
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SIR OZANA.

All day long and every day,
From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday,
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What part of the dread eternity
Are those strange minutes that I gain,
Mazed with the doubt of love and pain,
When I thy delicate face may see,
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It was a knight of the southern land
Rode forth upon the way
When the birds sang sweet on either hand
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Love is enough: while ye deemed him a-sleeping,
There were signs of his coming and sounds of his feet;
His touch it was that would bring you to weeping,
When the summer was deepest and music most sweet:
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