The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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 | The Collected Works of William Morris |  |
75
SAINT GEORGE
Such careless thoughts as maids will have, she had
In other days, when passing on that way
Toward the small chapel: there with heart right glad,
Because joy filled her, would she often pray.
In other days, when passing on that way
Toward the small chapel: there with heart right glad,
Because joy filled her, would she often pray.
Indeed I know in those days there was nought
That Sabra needed: so for utter love
She prayed: nor broke thereby one happy thought
That pleased her heart, pure as a grey-winged dove.
That Sabra needed: so for utter love
She prayed: nor broke thereby one happy thought
That pleased her heart, pure as a grey-winged dove.
But now she thought it hard to think of God;
Although her lips kept muttering as she went,
“God help! Christ help!” Her footsteps as she went
Seemed heavy to her, and her head was bent
Although her lips kept muttering as she went,
“God help! Christ help!” Her footsteps as she went
Seemed heavy to her, and her head was bent
Down to the road. That morning she would walk,
Although they brought a litter hung with gold
And soft with cushions; when she heard them talk
Low-voiced why these were black—“nay on the mould
Although they brought a litter hung with gold
And soft with cushions; when she heard them talk
Low-voiced why these were black—“nay on the mould
I walk a ghost,” she said, “on this last day.”
Although of old for very daintiness
She loved soft cushions and fine food, this may
Went golden-shod afoot in her distress.
Although of old for very daintiness
She loved soft cushions and fine food, this may
Went golden-shod afoot in her distress.
Her head down to the ground a little drooped,
Her loose hair combed out thin on either side,
Beneath a scarlet mantle furred she stooped,
A thin white kirtle clad her like a bride.
Her loose hair combed out thin on either side,
Beneath a scarlet mantle furred she stooped,
A thin white kirtle clad her like a bride.
There were no women with her; but tall men
This side and that plodded with heavy tread:
Armed close and clean with steel they were, as when
In bitter fight the guisarme skins the head
This side and that plodded with heavy tread:
Armed close and clean with steel they were, as when
In bitter fight the guisarme skins the head
| The Collected Works of William Morris | |