William Morris

(1834 - 1896 / England)

William Morris Poems

1. Prologue of the Earthly Paradise 5/27/2015
2. The King Of Denmark's Sons 4/13/2010
3. The Folk-Mote By The River 4/13/2010
4. The Hall And The Wood 4/13/2010
5. The Burgher's Battle 4/13/2010
6. The Lay Of Christine 4/13/2010
7. The Son's Sorrow 4/13/2010
8. To The Muse Of The North 4/13/2010
9. Verses For Pictures 4/13/2010
10. Sir Peter Harpdon's End 4/13/2010
11. Knight Aagen And The Maiden Else 4/13/2010
12. The Two Sides Of The River 4/13/2010
13. The Lion 4/13/2010
14. The Flowering Orchard 4/13/2010
15. The God Of The Poor 4/13/2010
16. The Raven And The King's Daughter 4/13/2010
17. On The Edge Of The Wilderness 4/13/2010
18. The Orchard 4/13/2010
19. Spring's Bedfellow 4/13/2010
20. Of The Three Seekers 4/13/2010
21. The Woodpecker 4/13/2010
22. The Forest 4/13/2010
23. The Day Of Days 4/13/2010
24. Tapestry Trees 4/13/2010
25. The Half Of Life Gone 4/13/2010
26. Of The Wooing Of Halbiorn The Strong 4/13/2010
27. Mother And Son 4/13/2010
28. Song Vi: Cherish Life That Abideth 1/3/2003
29. Song Iv: Draw Near And Behold Me 1/3/2003
30. Thunder In The Garden 4/13/2010
31. The End Of May 4/13/2010
32. The Message Of The March Wind 4/13/2010
33. Pray But One Prayer For Us 4/13/2010
34. Song I: Though The World Be A-Waning 1/3/2003
35. Song Vii: Dawn Talks To Day 1/3/2003
36. The Day Is Coming 4/13/2010
37. Song Iii: It Grew Up Without Heeding 1/3/2003
38. Song V: Through The Trouble And Tangle 1/3/2003
39. Song Viii: While Ye Deemed Him A-Sleeping 1/3/2003
40. Song Ii: Have No Thought For Tomorrow 1/3/2003
Best Poem of William Morris

Day

I am Day; I bring again
Life and glory, Love and pain:
Awake, arise! from death to death
Through me the World's tale quickeneth.

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Love's Gleaning Tide

Draw not away thy hands, my love,
With wind alone the branches move,
And though the leaves be scant above
The Autumn shall not shame us.

Say; Let the world wax cold and drear,
What is the worst of all the year
But life, and what can hurt us, dear,
Or death, and who shall blame us?

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