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The days have slain the days	A
and the seasons have gone by	B
And brought me the summer again	C
and here on the grass I lie	B
As erst I lay and was glad	D
ere I meddled with right and with wrong	E
Wide lies the mead as of old	F
and the river is creeping along	E
By the side of the elm clad bank	G
that turns its weedy stream	H
And grey o er its hither lip	I
the quivering rushes gleam	H
There is work in the mead as of old	F
they are eager at winning the hay	J
While every sun sets bright	K
and begets a fairer day	J
The forks shine white in the sun	L
round the yellow red wheeled wain	M
Where the mountain of hay grows fast	N
and now from out of the lane	M
Comes the ox team drawing another	O
comes the bailiff and the beer	P
And thump thump goes the farmer s nag	Q
o er the narrow bridge of the weir	R
High up and light are the clouds	S
and though the swallows flit	T
So high o er the sunlit earth	U
they are well a part of it	T
And so though high over them	V
are the wings of the wandering herne	W
In measureless depths above him	X
doth the fair sky quiver and burn	W
The dear sun floods the land	Y
as the morning falls toward noon	Z
And a little wind is awake	A2
in the best of the latter June	Z
They are busy winning the hay	J
and the life and the picture they make	A2
If I were as once I was	B2
I should deem it made for my sake	A2
For here if one need not work	C2
is a place for happy rest	D2
While one s thought wends over the world	E2
north south and east and west	D2
	-
There are the men and the maids	F2
and the wives and the gaffers grey	J
Of the fields I know so well	G2
and but little changed are they	J
Since I was a lad amongst them	V
and yet how great is the change	H2
Strange are they grown unto me	I2
yea I to myself am strange	H2
Their talk and their laughter mingling	J2
with the music of the meads	K2
Has now no meaning to me	I2
to help or to hinder my needs	K2
So far from them have I drifted	L2
And yet amidst of them goes	M2
A part of myself my boy	N2
and of pleasure and pain he knows	M2
And deems it something strange	H2
when he is other than glad	D
	-
Lo now the woman that stoops	O2
and kisses the face of the lad	D
And puts a rake in his hand	Y
and laughs in his laughing face	P2
Whose is the voice that laughs	Q2
in the old familiar place	P2
Whose should it be but my love s	R2
if my love were yet on the earth	U
Could she refrain from the fields	S2
where my joy and her joy had birth	U
When I was there and her child	T2
on the grass that knew her feet	U2
Mid the flowers that led her on	V2
when the summer eve was sweet	U2
	-
No no it is she no longer	O
never again can she come	W2
And behold the hay wains creeping	J2
o er the meadows of her home	X2
No more can she kiss her son	L
or put the rake in his hand	Y
That she handled a while agone	L
in the midst of the haymaking band	Y
Her laughter is gone and her life	Y2
there is no such thing on the earth	U
No share for me then in the stir	O
no share in the hurry and mirth	U
	-
Nay let me look and believe	Z2
that all these will vanish away	J
At least when the night has fallen	L
and that she will be there mid the hay	J
Happy and weary with work	C2
waiting and longing for love	A3
There will she be as of old	F
when the great moon hung above	A3
And lightless and dead was the village	B3
and nought but the weir was awake	A2
There will she rise to meet me	I2
and my hands will she hasten to take	A2
And thence shall we wander away	J
and over the ancient bridge	C3
By many a rose hung hedgerow	O
till we reach the sun burnt ridge	C3
And the great trench digged by the Romans	D3
there then awhile shall we stand	Y
To watch the dawn come creeping	J2
o er the fragrant lovely land	Y
Till all the world awaketh	U
and draws us down we twain	L
To the deeds of the field and the fold	F
and the merry summer s gain	L
	-
Ah thus only thus shall I see her	O
in dreams of the day or the night	K
When my soul is beguiled of its sorrow	O
to remember past delight	K
She is gone She was and she is not	E3
there is no such thing on the earth	U
But e en as a picture painted	L2
and for me there is void and dearth	U
That I cannot name or measure	O
Yet for me and all these she died	F3
E en as she lived for awhile	G3
that the better day might betide	F3
Therefore I live and I shall live	H3
till the last day s work shall fail	I3
Have patience now but a little	J3
and I will tell you the tale	I3
Of how and why she died	F3
and why I am weak and worn	L
And have wandered away to the meadows	M2
and the place where I was born	L
But here and to day I cannot	E3
for ever my thought will stray	O
To that hope fulfilled for a little	J3
and the bliss of the earlier day	O
Of the great world s hope and anguish	K3
to day I scarce can think	L3
Like a ghost from the lives of the living	J2
and their earthly deeds I shrink	L3
I will go adown by the water	O
and over the ancient bridge	C3
And wend in our footsteps of old	F
till I come to the sun burnt ridge	C3
And the great trench digged by the Romans	D3
and thence awhile will I gaze	A
And see three teeming counties	M3
stretch out till they fade in the haze	A
And in all the dwellings of man	L
that thence mine eyes shall see	I2
What man as hapless as I am	N3
beneath the sun shall be	I2
	-
O fool what words are these	M3
Thou hast a sorrow to nurse	O3
And thou hast been bold and happy	I2
but these if they utter a curse	O3
No sting it has and no meaning	J2
it is empty sound on the air	O
Thy life is full of mourning	J2
and theirs so empty and bare	O
That they have no words of complaining	J2
nor so happy have they been	L
That they may measure sorrow	O
or tell what grief may mean	L
And thou thou hast deeds to do	P3
and toil to meet thee soon	L
Depart and ponder on these	M3
through the sun worn afternoon	L

William Morris

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