University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris
Morris, William (1834-1896)

expand sectionI. 
VOLUME I THE DEFENCE OF GUENEVERE AND OTHER POEMS
expand sectionII. 
VOLUME II THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JASON
expand sectionIII, IV, V, VI. 
VOLUME III, IV, V, VI THE EARTHLY PARADISE
expand sectionVII. 
VOLUME VII THE STORY OF GRETTIR THE STRONG. THE STORY OF THE VOLSUNGS AND NIBLUNGS
expand sectionIX. 
VOLUME IX LOVE IS ENOUGH. POEMS BY THE WAY
expand sectionX. 
VOLUME X THREE NORTHERN LOVE STORIES. THE TALE OF BEOWULF
expand sectionXII. 
VOLUME XII THE STORY OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG AND THE FALL OF THE NIBLUNGS
expand sectionXIV. 
VOLUME XIV THE HOUSE OF THE WOLFINGS. THE STORY OF THE GLITTERING PLAIN
expand sectionXV. 
VOLUME XV THE ROOTS OF THE MOUNTAINS
expand sectionXVI. 
VOLUME XVI NEWS FROM NOWHERE. A DREAM OF JOHN BALL. A KING'S LESSON
expand sectionXVII. 
VOLUME XVII THE WOOD BEYOND THE WORLD. CHILD CHRISTOPHER. OLD FRENCH ROMANCES
expand sectionXXI. 
VOLUME XXI THE SUNDERING FLOOD. UNFINISHED ROMANCES
collapse sectionXXIV. 
VOLUME XXIV SCENES FROM THE FALL OF TROY AND OTHER POEMS AND FRAGMENTS
expand section 
EARLY POEMS
expand section 
POEMS OF THE EARTHLY PARADISE TIME (About 1865-1870)
collapse section 
LATE POEMS
collapse section 
THE PILGRIMS OF HOPE
 I. 
[I.] THE MESSAGE OF THE MARCH WIND
 II. 
II. THE BRIDGE AND THE STREET.
 III. 
III. SENDING TO THE WAR.
 IV. 
IV. MOTHER AND SON.
  
[section]
 V. 
V. NEW BIRTH.
 VI. 
VI. THE NEW PROLETARIAN.
  
[section]
 VII. 
VII. IN PRISON—AND AT HOME.
 VIII. 
VIII. THE HALF OF LIFE GONE.
 IX. 
IX. A NEW FRIEND.
 X. 
X. READY TO DEPART.
 XI. 
XI. A GLIMPSE OF THE COMING DAY.
 XII. 
XII. MEETING THE WAR-MACHINE.
 XIII. 
XIII. THE STORY'S ENDING.
  
NO MASTER
  
THE MARCH OF THE WORKERS
  
DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN
  
MAY DAY
  
MAY DAY, 1894
  
FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT

collapse section Collapse All | Expand All expand section
previous section The Collected Works of William Morris
next section
Then Bodli said: “Nay, I have done my part,
Let others tell the rest”—and turned to go,
Yet lingered, and she cried aloud:
“No, no,
Friend of my lover! if ill words I spake
307

Yet pardon me! for sore my heart doth ache
With pent-up love.”
She reached her hand to him,
He turned and took it, and his eyes did swim
With tears for him and her; a while it seemed,
As though the dream so many a sweet night dreamed
Waked from with anguish on so many a morn,
Were come to pass, that he afresh was born
To happy life, with heavens and earth made new;
But slowly from his grasp her hand she drew,
And stepped aback, and said:
“Speak, I fear not,
Because so true a heart my love hath got
That nought can change it; speak, when cometh he?
Tell me the sweet words that he spake of me.
Did he not tell me in the days agone,
That oft he spake of me to thee alone?
Nay, tell me of his doings, for indeed
Of words 'twixt him and me is little need.”
previous section The Collected Works of William Morris
next section