The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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 | The Collected Works of William Morris |  |
And she who all this world of joy had made,
And dared so many things all unafraid,
Now sat a Queen beside her crownèd King.
And as his love increased with everything
She did or said, forgot her happy state
In Æa of old times, ere mighty Fate
Brought Argo's side from out the Clashers twain,
Betwixt the rainbow and the briny rain.
Yet in the midst of her felicity
She trembled lest another day should see
Another fate, and other deeds for these,
Who hailed her not the least of Goddesses.
And dared so many things all unafraid,
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And as his love increased with everything
She did or said, forgot her happy state
In Æa of old times, ere mighty Fate
Brought Argo's side from out the Clashers twain,
Betwixt the rainbow and the briny rain.
Yet in the midst of her felicity
She trembled lest another day should see
Another fate, and other deeds for these,
Who hailed her not the least of Goddesses.
Yet surely now, if never more again,
Had she and all these folk forgotten pain,
And idle words to them were Death and Fear,
For in the gathering evening could they hear
The carols of the glad folk through the town
The song of birds within the garden drown;
And when the golden sun had gone away,
Still little darker was the night than day
Without the windows of the goodly hall.
Had she and all these folk forgotten pain,
And idle words to them were Death and Fear,
For in the gathering evening could they hear
The carols of the glad folk through the town
The song of birds within the garden drown;
And when the golden sun had gone away,
Still little darker was the night than day
Without the windows of the goodly hall.
But many an hour after the night did fall,
Though outside silence fell on man and beast,
There still they sat, nor wearied of the feast;
Yea, ere they parted glimmering light had come
From the far mountains near the Colchian's home,
And in the twilight birds began to wake.
Though outside silence fell on man and beast,
There still they sat, nor wearied of the feast;
Yea, ere they parted glimmering light had come
From the far mountains near the Colchian's home,
And in the twilight birds began to wake.
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