The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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“Alas,” she said, “yet so it is
That never have I told to thee
What danger crept toward thee and me!
How could I spoil the lovesome years
With telling thee of slow-foot fears,
Or shade the sweetness of our home
With what perchance might never come?
But now we may not turn aside
From the sharp thorn the rose did hide.”
That never have I told to thee
What danger crept toward thee and me!
How could I spoil the lovesome years
With telling thee of slow-foot fears,
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With what perchance might never come?
But now we may not turn aside
From the sharp thorn the rose did hide.”
| The Collected Works of William Morris | |