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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris
Morris, William (1834-1896)

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VOLUME I THE DEFENCE OF GUENEVERE AND OTHER POEMS
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VOLUME II THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JASON
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VOLUME III, IV, V, VI THE EARTHLY PARADISE
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VOLUME VII THE STORY OF GRETTIR THE STRONG. THE STORY OF THE VOLSUNGS AND NIBLUNGS
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VOLUME IX LOVE IS ENOUGH. POEMS BY THE WAY
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VOLUME X THREE NORTHERN LOVE STORIES. THE TALE OF BEOWULF
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VOLUME XII THE STORY OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG AND THE FALL OF THE NIBLUNGS
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VOLUME XIV THE HOUSE OF THE WOLFINGS. THE STORY OF THE GLITTERING PLAIN
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A TALE OF THE HOUSE OF THE WOLFINGS AND ALL THE KINDREDS OF THE MARK WRITTEN IN PROSE AND IN VERSE BY WILLIAM MORRIS
  
[WHILES IN THE EARLY WINTER EVE]
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CHAPTER II. THE FLITTING OF THE WAR-ARROW.
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CHAPTER III. THIODOLF TALKETH WITH THE WOOD-SUN.
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CHAPTER IV. THE HOUSE FARETH TO THE WAR.
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CHAPTER V. CONCERNING THE HALL-SUN.
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CHAPTER VI. THEY TALK ON THE WAY TO THE FOLK-THING.
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CHAPTER VIII. THE FOLK-MOTE OF THE MARKMEN.
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CHAPTER IX. THE ANCIENT MAN OF THE DAYLINGS.
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CHAPTER XI. THE HALL-SUN SPEAKETH.
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CHAPTER XIII. THE HALL-SUN SAITH ANOTHER WORD.
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CHAPTER XV. THEY HEAR TELL OF THE BATTLE ON THE RIDGE.
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CHAPTER XVI. HOW THE DWARF-WROUGHT HAUBERK WAS BROUGHT AWAY FROM THE HALL OF THE DAYLINGS.
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CHAPTER XVII. THE WOOD-SUN SPEAKETH WITH THIODOLF.
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CHAPTER XIX. THOSE MESSENGERS COME TO THIODOLF.
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CHAPTER XX. OTTER AND HIS FOLK COME INTO MID-MARK.
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CHAPTER XXII. OTTER FALLS ON AGAINST HIS WILL.
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CHAPTER XXVI. THIODOLF TALKETH WITH THE WOOD-SUN.
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CHAPTER XXVII. THEY WEND TO THE MORNING BATTLE.
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CHAPTER XXVIII. OF THE STORM OF DAWNING.
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CHAPTER XXIX. OF THIODOLF'S STORM.
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CHAPTER XXX. THIODOLF IS BORNE OUT OF THE HALL AND OTTER IS LAID BESIDE HIM.
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CHAPTER XXXI. OLD ASMUND SPEAKETH OVER THE WAR-DUKES: THE DEAD ARE LAID IN MOUND.
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THE STORY OF THE GLITTERING PLAIN OR THE LAND OF LIVING MEN
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VOLUME XV THE ROOTS OF THE MOUNTAINS
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VOLUME XVI NEWS FROM NOWHERE. A DREAM OF JOHN BALL. A KING'S LESSON
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VOLUME XVII THE WOOD BEYOND THE WORLD. CHILD CHRISTOPHER. OLD FRENCH ROMANCES
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VOLUME XXI THE SUNDERING FLOOD. UNFINISHED ROMANCES
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VOLUME XXIV SCENES FROM THE FALL OF TROY AND OTHER POEMS AND FRAGMENTS

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36

THE MUSIC

[Love is enough: draw near and behold me]

Love is enough: draw near and behold me
Ye who pass by the way to your rest and your laughter,
And are full of the hope of the dawn coming after;
For the strong of the world have bought me and sold me
And my house is all wasted from threshold to rafter.
—Pass by me, and hearken, and think of me not!
Cry out and come near; for my ears may not hearken,
And my eyes are grown dim as the eyes of the dying.
Is this the grey rack o'er the sun's face a-flying?
Or is it your faces his brightness that darken?
Comes a wind from the sea, or is it your sighing?
—Pass by me and hearken, and pity me not!
Ye know not how void is your hope and your living:
Depart with your helping lest yet ye undo me!
Ye know not that at nightfall she draweth near to me,
There is soft speech between us and words of forgiving
Till in dead of the midnight her kisses thrill through me.
—Pass by me and hearken, and waken me not!
Wherewith will ye buy it, ye rich who behold me?
Draw out from your coffers your rest and your laughter,
And the fair gilded hope of the dawn coming after!
Nay this I sell not,—though ye bought me and sold me,—
For your house stored with such things from threshold to rafter.
—Pass by me, I hearken, and think of you not!
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