Frontispício do livro Love is Enough. Hammersmith [Londres]:The Kelmscott Press, 1897.
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder
And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass'd over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
William Morris

2 comentários:
Grande beleza no poema. Morris deve ter sido pessoa e autor fascinante, um criativo.
Um belo poema e a gravura é lindíssima!
Bom fim-de-semana!
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