The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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She turned and looked upon him, and the flush ran over her face,
And died out as the summer lightning, that scarce endureth a space;
But still was her visage troubled, as she said: “Hast thou called me kind
Because I feared for earth's glory when point and edge are blind?
But now is the night as the day, when thou bringest my brethren home,
And back in the arms of thy glory the Niblung hope has come.”
And died out as the summer lightning, that scarce endureth a space;
But still was her visage troubled, as she said: “Hast thou called me kind
Because I feared for earth's glory when point and edge are blind?
But now is the night as the day, when thou bringest my brethren home,
And back in the arms of thy glory the Niblung hope has come.”
| The Collected Works of William Morris | |