William Morris Poems
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.
Masters in This Hall
Masters in this hall, hear ye news today.
Brought from over the sea and ever I you pray.
Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we clear!
Holpen are all folk on Earth, born is God's Son so dear!
Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we loud!
God today hath poor folk raised and cast a-down the proud.
Going o'er the hills, through the milk-white snow,