The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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THE ORCHARD |
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THE ORCHARD
Midst bitten mead and acre shorn,
The world without is waste and worn,
The world without is waste and worn,
But here within our orchard-close,
The guerdon of its labour shows.
The guerdon of its labour shows.
O valiant Earth, O happy year
That mocks the threat of winter near,
That mocks the threat of winter near,
And hangs aloft from tree to tree
The banners of the Spring to be.
The banners of the Spring to be.
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