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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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[L'ENVOI.]

[Lines from an earlier draft.]

And thou at least, poor book, I bid go forth
To seek a place mid that loved company,
However little thou mayst be of worth,
Yet art thou worth e'en just so much as I.
Go forth and pray at worst that thou may'st lie
Mid kindly earth to hide the heart away
Of one poor singer of an empty day.
Thou hast beheld me tremble oft enough
At things I could not choose but trust to thee,
Although I knew the world was wise and rough,
Yet did I never fail to let thee see
The littleness that each day was in me:
Through all this while we dealt did I betray
The idle singer of an empty day.