The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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But he beneath the tower so left alone
Stooped down and kissed her footprints in the grass,
And then with swift steps through the place did pass,
Thinking high things; nor knew he till that hour
How sweet life was, or love its fruit and flower.
Stooped down and kissed her footprints in the grass,
And then with swift steps through the place did pass,
Thinking high things; nor knew he till that hour
How sweet life was, or love its fruit and flower.
| The Collected Works of William Morris | |