The Briarwood. <br /> <br />The fateful slumber floats and flows <br />About the tangle of the rose; <br />But lo! the fated hand and heart <br />To rend the slumberous curse apart! <br /> <br />The Council Room. <br /> <br />The threat of war, the hope of peace, <br />The Kingdom’s peril and increase <br />Sleep on, and bide the latter day, <br />When fate shall take her chain away. <br /> <br />The Garden Court. <br /> <br />The maiden pleasance of the land <br />Knoweth no stir of voice or hand, <br />No cup the sleeping waters fill, <br />The restless shuttle lieth still. <br /> <br />The Rosebower. <br /> <br />Here lies the hoarded love, the key <br />To all the treasure that shall be; <br />Come fated hand the gift to take, <br />And smite this sleeping world awake.<br /><br />William Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-briar-rose/
