Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Morris. 18341896800. Summer Dawn
PRAY but one prayer for me ‘twixt thy closed lips, | |
Think but one thought of me up in the stars. | |
The summer night waneth, the morning light slips | |
Faint and gray ‘twixt the leaves of the aspen, betwixt the cloud-bars, | |
That are patiently waiting there for the dawn: | 5 |
Patient and colourless, though Heaven’s gold | |
Waits to float through them along with the sun. | |
Far out in the meadows, above the young corn, | |
The heavy elms wait, and restless and cold | |
The uneasy wind rises; the roses are dun; | 10 |
Through the long twilight they pray for the dawn | |
Round the lone house in the midst of the corn. | |
Speak but one word to me over the corn, | |
Over the tender, bow’d locks of the corn. |