Wednesday, June 22, 2022
So Fares Hot Blood
William Morris (1834-1896), A Tale of the House of the Wolfings and All the Kindreds of the Mark (London: Reeves and Turner, 1889), p. 144 (from chapter XXIII):
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So fares hot blood to the glooming and the world beneath the grass;
And the fruit of the Wolfings' orchard in a flash from the world must pass.
Men say that the tree shall blossom in the garden of the folk,
And the new twig thrust him forward from the place where the old one broke,
And all be well as aforetime: but old and old I grow,
And I doubt me if such another the folk to come shall know.
