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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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Then coming out, the door he shut
Behind him, and adown a glade,

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Towards a rude hermitage he made
To fetch the priest unto his need,
To bury her and say her bede.
So when all things that he might do
Were done aright, heavy with woe,
He left the woodland hut behind
To take such chance as he might find
In other lands, forgetting all
That in that forest did befall.