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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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He said: “No Lycian man can have too soon
His armour on his back in this our need,
Yea, steel perchance shall come to be meet weed
For such as thou art, lady. Who knows whence
We next may hear tales of this pestilence?
Fair is this house: yet maybe, or to-day
The autumn evening wind has borne away
From its smooth chambers sound of woe and tears,

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And shall do yet again. Death slayeth fears,
Now I go seek if Death too slayeth love.”