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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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[Sonnet (2).]

[Lines from William Morris' Journals of his travels in Iceland.]

Grettir, didst thou live utterly for nought?
Among the many millions of the earth
Few knew thy name nor where thou hadst thy birth.
And yet, that passing glow of fame unsought,
That eager life in ill luck's meshes caught
That struggles yet to gain a little mirth
Amidst of pain—with less remembered worth
Great things to little things have great men brought.
At least thy life moved men so, that e'en I,
Thy mother's wail in the lone eve and drear,
Thy brother's laugh at death for thee, can hear—
Hear now nor wonder at her agony
Nor wonder that he found it good to die—
Speak, Grettir, through the dark: I am anear.