The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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 | CHAPTER III. THIODOLF TALKETH WITH THE
WOOD-SUN.
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[“In many a stead Doom dwelleth, nor sleepeth day nor night]
[Wood-Sun.]“In many a stead Doom dwelleth, nor sleepeth day nor night:
The rim of the bowl she kisseth, and beareth the chambering light
When the kings of men wend happy to the bride-bed from the board.
It is little to say that she wendeth the edge of the grinded sword,
When about the house half builded she hangeth many a day;
The ship from the strand she shoveth, and on his wonted way
By the mountain-hunter fareth where his foot ne'er failed before:
She is where the high bank crumbles at last on the river's shore:
The mower's scythe she whetteth; and lulleth the shepherd to sleep
Where the deadly ling-worm wakeneth in the desert of the sheep.
Now we that come of the God-kin of her redes for ourselves we wot,
But her will with the lives of men-folk and their ending know we not.
So therefore I bid thee not fear for thyself of Doom and her deed,
But for me: and I bid thee hearken to the helping of my need.
Or else—Art thou happy in life, or lusteth thou to die
In the flower of thy days, when thy glory and thy longing bloometh on high?”
| CHAPTER III. THIODOLF TALKETH WITH THE
WOOD-SUN.
The Collected Works of William Morris | |