Draw not away thy hands, my love, <br />With wind alone the branches move, <br />And though the leaves be scant above <br />The Autumn shall not shame us. <br /> <br />Say; Let the world wax cold and drear, <br />What is the worst of all the year <br />But life, and what can hurt us, dear, <br />Or death, and who shall blame us? <br /> <br />Ah, when the summer comes again <br />How shall we say, we sowed in vain? <br />The root was joy, the stem was pain <br />The ear a nameless blending. <br /> <br />The root is dead and gone, my love, <br />The stem's a rod our truth to prove; <br />The ear is stored for nought to move <br />Till heaven and earth have ending.<br /><br />William Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-gleaning-tide/
