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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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But now with drowsiness grown blind,
Once more he tottered on his place,
And let fall down his weary face;
But then remembering all his part,
Once and again woke with a start,
And dozed again; and then at last,
Shuddering, all slumber from him cast,
Yet scarce knew if he lived or no:
For by his scared wild eyes did go
A wondrous pageant, noiselessly,
Although so close it passed him by;

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The fluttering raiment by him brushed,
As through its folds the sea-wind rushed.