Transcribed from the 1896 Longmans, Green, and Co. edition byDavid Price,
BY WILLIAM MORRIS
Whiles carried o’er the iron road,
We hurry by some fair abode;
The garden bright amidst the hay,
The yellow wain upon the way,
The dining men, the wind that sweeps
Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps—
The gable grey, the hoary roof,
Here now—and now so far aloof.
How sorely then we long to stay
And midst its sweetness wear the day,
And ’neath its changing shadows sit,
And feel ourselves a part of it.
Such rest, such stay, I strove to win
With these same leaves that lie herein.
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
LONDON, NEW YORK, AND BOMBAY
MDCCCXCVI
First Edition printedNovember, 1889.
250 copies were printed on LargePaper.
Second Edition,February, 1893.
|
| Page |
Chapter I. | Of Burgstead and its Folk and its Neighbours | |
II. | Of Face-of-god and his Kindred | |
III. | They talk of divers matters in the Hall | |
IV. | Face-of-god fareth to the Wood again | |
V. | Face-of-god falls in with Menfolk on theMountain | |
VI. | Of Face-of-god and those Mountain-dwellers | |
VII. | Face-of-god talketh with the Friend on theMountain | |
VIII. | Face-of-god cometh home again to Burgstead | |
IX. | Those Brethren fare to the Yew-wood with theBride | |
X. | New Tidings in the Dale< |