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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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But on his sword the hero's left hand fell,
And he looked down and muttered 'neath his breath:
“Trust slayeth many a man, the wise man saith;
Yet must I trust perforce.” He stood and heard
The joyful people's many-voicèd word
Change into a glad shout; the feet of those
Who drew anear came closer and more close,
Till their sound ceased, and silence filled the hall;
And then a soft voice on his ears did fall,
That seemed the echo to his yearning thought: