How the wind howls this morn <br />About the end of May, <br />And drives June on apace <br />To mock the world forlorn <br />And the world’s joy passed away <br />And my unlonged-for face! <br />The world’s joy passed away; <br />For no more may I deem <br />That any folk are glad <br />To see the dawn of day <br />Sunder the tangled dream <br />Wherein no grief they had. <br />Ah, through the tangled dream <br />Where others have no grief <br />Ever it fares with me <br />That fears and treasons stream <br />And dumb sleep slays belief <br />Whatso therein may be. <br />Sleep slayeth all belief <br />Until the hopeless light <br />Wakes at the birth of June <br />More lying tales to weave, <br />More love in woe’s despite, <br />More hope to perish soon.<br /><br />William Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-may-2/
