William Morris poems
William Morris(1834 - 1896 / England)
Day
- by William Morris 262
I am Day; I bring againLife and glory, Love and pain:
Awake, arise! from death to death
Through me the World's tale quickeneth.
In Prison
- by William Morris 184
Wearily, drearily,Half the day long,
Flap the great banners
High over the stone;
Strangely and eerily
Sounds the wind's song,
Bending the banner-poles.
While, all alone,
Watching the loophole's spark,
Lie I, with life all dark,
Feet tether'd, hands fetter'd
Fast to the stone,
The grim walls, square-letter'd
With prison'd men's groan.
Still strain the banner-poles
Through the wind's song,
Westward the banner rolls
Over my wrong.