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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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But though his heart was melted utterly
Within him, he but drew a little nigh,
And took her hand, and said:
“What hour is this
That brings so fair a thing to crown my bliss?
What land far off from that which first I knew?
How shall I know that such a thing is true,
Unless some pain yet fall on thee and me?
Rather this hour is called eternity,
This land the land of heaven, and we have died
That thus at last we might go side by side
For ever, in the flower-strewn happy place.”