O treacherous scent, O thorny sight, <br />O tangle of world’s wrong and right, <br />What art thou ’gainst my armour’s gleam <br />But dusky cobwebs of a dream? <br /> <br />Beat down, deep sunk from every gleam <br />Of hope, they lie and dully dream; <br />Men once, but men no more, that Love <br />Their waste defeated hearts should move. <br /> <br />Here sleeps the world that would not love! <br />Let it sleep on, but if He move <br />Their hearts in humble wise to wait <br />On his new-wakened fair estate. <br /> <br />O won at last is never late! <br />Thy silence was the voice of fate; <br />Thy still hands conquered in the strife; <br />Thine eyes were light; thy lips were life.<br /><br />William Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-for-the-briar-rose/
