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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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Which when Medea saw, her gown of grey
She caught up from the ground, and drew away
Her wearied foot from off the rugged beast,
And while from her soft strain she never ceased,
In the dull folds she hid her silk from sight,
And then, as bending 'neath the burden bright,
Jason drew nigh, joyful, yet still afraid,
She met him, and her wide grey mantle laid
Over the Fleece, whispering: “Make no delay;
He sleeps, who never slept by night or day

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Till now; nor will his charmèd sleep be long.
Light-foot am I, and sure thine arms are strong;
Haste, then! No world! nor turn thine eyes aback,
As he who erst on Hermes' shadowy track
Turned round to see once more the twice-lost face.”