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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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“But as I stood upon that hill's green brow,
Rejoicing much, yet yearning much indeed
For something past that still my heart must need,
Once more was all changed; by the windy sea
Did men hold games with great solemnity
In honour of some hero passed away,
Whose body dead upon a huge pile lay
Waiting the torch, and people far and wide
About the strand a name I knew not cried,
Lamenting him who once had been their king;

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But when I saw the face of the dead thing
Over whose head so many a cry was thrown
On to the wind, I knew it for mine own.