English Poetry. William Morris. The Orchard. Уильям Моррис.

William Morris (Уильям Моррис)

The Orchard

Midst bitten mead and acre shorn,
The world without is waste and worn,

But here within our orchard-close,
The guerdon of its labour shows.

O valiant Earth, O happy year
That mocks the threat of winter near,

And hangs aloft from tree to tree
The banners of the Spring to be. 

William Morris’s other poems:

1. The Son’s Sorrow
2. All For The Cause
3. The Voice Of Toil
4. The Flowering Orchard
5. The Two Sides Of The River

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