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    William Morris - Inscription For An Old Bed


    by poetictouch

    William Morris - Inscription For An Old Bed - Read by Nicholas James Bridgewater

    Inscription For An Old Bed
    by William Morris (1834-1896)

    THE wind's on the wold
    And the night is a-cold,
    And Thames runs chill
    'Twixt mead and hill.
    But kind and dear
    Is the old house here
    And my heart is warm
    Midst winter's harm.
    Rest then and rest,
    And think of the best
    'Twixt summer and spring,
    When all birds sing
    In the town of the tree,
    And ye lie in me
    And scarce dare move,
    Lest the earth and its love
    Should fade away
    Ere the full of the day.
    I am old and have seen
    Many things that have been;
    Both grief and peace
    And wane and increase.
    No tale I tell
    Of ill or well,
    But this I say:
    Night treadeth on day,
    And for worst or best
    Right good is rest.