Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
William Morris (1834–1896)Extracts from Love Is Enough: The Return Home
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Come, o’ermuch gold mine eyes have seen,
And long now for the pathway green,
And rose-hung ancient walls of grey
Yet warm with sunshine gone away.
Yea, full fain would I rest thereby,
And watch the flickering martins fly
About the long eave-bottles red
And the clouds lessening overhead:
E’en now meseems the cows are come
Unto the grey gates of our home,
And low to hear the milking-pail:
The peacock spreads abroad his tail
Against the sun, as down the lane
The milkmaids pass the moveless wain
And stable door, where the roan team
An hour agone began to dream
Over the dusty oats—
Come, love,
Noises of river and of grove
And moving things in field and stall
And night-birds’ whistle shall be all
Of the world’s speech that we shall hear
By then we come the garth anear:
For then the moon that hangs aloft
These thronged streets, lightless now and soft,
Unnoted, yea e’en like a shred
Of yon wide white cloud overhead,
Sharp in the dark star-sprinkled sky
Low o’er the willow boughs shall lie.