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