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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

Morris, William (1834-1896)

VOLUME I THE DEFENCE OF GUENEVERE AND OTHER POEMS

II.

VOLUME II THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JASON

III, IV, V, VI.

VOLUME III, IV, V, VI THE EARTHLY PARADISE

VII.

VOLUME VII THE STORY OF GRETTIR THE STRONG. THE STORY OF THE VOLSUNGS AND NIBLUNGS

IX.

VOLUME IX LOVE IS ENOUGH. POEMS BY THE WAY

VOLUME X THREE NORTHERN LOVE STORIES. THE TALE OF BEOWULF

XII.

VOLUME XII THE STORY OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG AND THE FALL OF THE NIBLUNGS

INTRODUCTION

THE STORY OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG AND THE FALL OF THE NIBLUNGS

BOOK I. SIGMUND

II.

BOOK II. REGIN

III.

BOOK III. BRYNHILD

OF THE DREAM OF GUDRUN THE DAUGHTER OF GIUKI.

HOW THE FOLK OF LYMDALE MET SIGURD THE VOLSUNG IN THE WOODLAND.

HOW SIGURD MET BRYNHILD IN LYMDALE.

OF SIGURD'S RIDING TO THE NIBLUNGS.

OF SIGURD'S WARFARING IN THE COMPANY OF THE NIBLUNGS, AND OF HIS GREAT FAME AND GLORY.

OF THE CUP OF EVIL DRINK THAT GRIMHILD THE WISE-WIFE GAVE TO SIGURD.

OF THE WEDDING OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG.

SIGURD RIDETH WITH THE NIBLUNGS, & WOOETH BRYNHILD FOR KING GUNNAR.

HOW BRYNHILD WAS WEDDED TO GUNNAR THE NIBLUNG.

OF THE CONTENTION BETWIXT THE QUEENS.

GUNNAR TALKETH WITH BRYNHILD.

OF THE EXCEEDING GREAT GRIEF & MOURNING OF BRYNHILD.

OF THE SLAYING OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG.

OF THE MIGHTY GRIEF OF GUDRUN OVER SIGURD DEAD.

OF THE PASSING AWAY OF BRYNHILD.

IV.

BOOK IV. GUDRUN

XIV.

VOLUME XIV THE HOUSE OF THE WOLFINGS. THE STORY OF THE GLITTERING PLAIN

XV.

VOLUME XV THE ROOTS OF THE MOUNTAINS

XVI.

VOLUME XVI NEWS FROM NOWHERE. A DREAM OF JOHN BALL. A KING'S LESSON

XVII.

VOLUME XVII THE WOOD BEYOND THE WORLD. CHILD CHRISTOPHER. OLD FRENCH ROMANCES

XXI.

VOLUME XXI THE SUNDERING FLOOD. UNFINISHED ROMANCES

XXIV.

VOLUME XXIV SCENES FROM THE FALL OF TROY AND OTHER POEMS AND FRAGMENTS

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LOVE'S GLEANING-TIDE

Draw not away thy hands, my love,
With wind alone the branches move,
And though the leaves be scant above
The Autumn shall not shame us.

Say: Let the world wax cold and drear,
What is the worst of all the year
But life, and what can hurt us, dear,
Or death, and who shall blame us?

Ah, when the summer comes again
How shall we say, we sowed in vain?
The root was joy, the stem was pain,
The ear a nameless blending.

The root is dead and gone, my love,
The stem's a rod our truth to prove;
The ear is stored for nought to move
Till heaven and earth have ending.