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Poem by William Morris


Drawing Near The Light


Lo, when we wade the tangled wood,
In haste and hurry to be there,
Nought seem its leaves and blossoms good,
For all that they be fashioned fair.

But looking up, at last we see
The glimmer of the open light,
From oТer the place where we would be:
Then grow the very brambles bright.

So now, amidst our day of strife,
With many a matter glad we play,
When once we see the light of life
Gleam through the tangle of to-day. 



William Morris


William Morris's other poems:
  1. Another For The Briar-Rose
  2. From the Upland to the Sea
  3. The Burgher's Battle
  4. The Son's Sorrow
  5. The Flowering Orchard


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