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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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Now longer did the cool grey shadows fall,
And faster drew the sun unto the west,
And in the field the husbandman, opprest
With twelve hours' labour, turned unto his home,
And to the fold the woolly sheep were come;
And in the hall the folk began to tell
Stories of men of old, who bore them well,
And piteous tales. And Jason in meanwhile
Sat listening, as his uncle, with a smile,
Kept pouring many a thing into his ears,
Now worthy laughter and now meet for tears.
Until at last, when twilight was nigh gone,
And dimly through the place the gold outshone,
He bade them bring in torches, and while folk
Blinked on the glare that through the pillars broke,
He said to Jason:“Yet have I to show
One tale which I were fain that all should know,
All these about us.” Therewith did he call
The herald, bidding him throughout the hall
Cry silence for the story of the king.