Chapter 11 : 
Love's Gleaning-Tide
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Author : William Morris

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Draw not away thy hands, my love,  
With wind alone the branches move,  
And though the leaves be scant above  
The Autumn shall not shame us.  

Say; Let the world wax cold and drear,  
What is the worst of all the year  
But life, and what can hurt us, dear,  
Or death, and who shall blame us?  

Ah, when the summer comes again  
How shall we say, we sowed in vain?  
The root was joy, the stem was pain,  
The ear a nameless blending.  

The root is dead and gone, my love,  
The stem's a rod our truth to prove;  
The ear is stored for naught to move  
Till heaven and earth have ending.  


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     Chapter 11 -- Added : February 26, 2021

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