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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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So now his well-shod steed they brought him there;
Once more from out its sheath he drew his sword,
The gates swung backward at his shouted word,
And forth with eager eyes into the waves
Of darkness did he ride; the spears and glaives
Moved like a tossing winter grove behind
As on he led them, fame or death to find;
And grey night made the world seem over wide,

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And over empty, in the darkling tide,
Betwixt the moonset and the dawn of day.