The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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 | CHAPTER III. THEY TALK OF DIVERS MATTERS IN THE HALL.
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THE MINSTREL SAITH
O why on this morning, ye maids, are ye tripping
Aloof from the meadows yet fresh with the dew,
Where under the west wind the river is lipping
The fragrance of mint, the white blooms and the blue?
Aloof from the meadows yet fresh with the dew,
Where under the west wind the river is lipping
The fragrance of mint, the white blooms and the blue?
For rough is the Portway where panting ye wander;
On your feet and your gown-hems the dust lieth dun;
Come trip through the grass and the meadow-sweet yonder,
And forget neath the willows the sword of the sun.
On your feet and your gown-hems the dust lieth dun;
Come trip through the grass and the meadow-sweet yonder,
And forget neath the willows the sword of the sun.
| CHAPTER III. THEY TALK OF DIVERS MATTERS IN THE HALL.
The Collected Works of William Morris | |