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Morris, William, 1834-1896

"The Well at the World's End: a tale"

Surely then it is calling me to deeds,
and if it were but morning, as it is now drawing towards sunset,
we would mount and be gone straightway."
"Surely," she said, "thou hast drunk of the Well, and the fear
of thee has already entered into the hearts of thy foemen far away,
even as the love of thee constraineth me as I lie by thy side;
but since it is evening and sunset, let it be evening,
and let the morning see to its own matters. So now let us be
pilgrims again, and eat the meal of pilgrims, and see to our horses,
and then wander about this lovely wilderness and its green meads,
where no son of man heedeth the wild things, till the night come,
bringing to us the rest and the sleep of them that have prevailed
over many troubles."
Even so they did, and broke bread above the sea, and looked
to their horses, and then went hand in hand about the goodly
green bents betwixt the sea and the rough of the mountain;
and it was the fairest and softest of summer evenings;
and the deer of that place, both little and great, had no
fear of man, but the hart and hind came to Ursula's hand;
and the thrushes perched upon her shoulder, and the hares
gambolled together close to the feet of the twain; so that it
seemed to them that they had come into the very Garden of God;
and they forgat all the many miles of the waste and
the mountain that lay before them, and they had no thought
for the strife of foemen and the thwarting of kindred,
that belike awaited them in their own land, but they thought
of the love and happiness of the hour that was passing.


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