April (by: William Morris (1834 - 1896)) Ah! life of all the year, why yet do I, Amid thy snowy blossoms' fragrant drift, Still long for that which never draweth nigh... continue reading
Love Is Enough (by: William Morris (1834 - 1896)) Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining... continue reading
November (by: William Morris (1834 - 1896)) Yea, I have looked, and seen November there; The changeless seal of change it seemed to be, Fair death of things that, living once, were fair; Bright sign of loneliness too great for me... continue reading
October (by: William Morris (1834 - 1896)) Come down, O love; may not our hands still meet, Since still we live today, forgetting June, Forgetting May, deeming October sweet? continue reading
Two Red Roses Across The Moon (by: William Morris (1834 - 1896)) There was a lady lived in a hall, Large of eyes and slim and tall; And ever she sang from noon to noon, Two red roses across the moon. continue reading
