Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips,
Think but one thought of me in the stars.
The summer night waneth, the morninglight slips,
Faint and grey 'twixt the leaves of aspen, betwixt the cloud-bars,
That are patiently waiting there for the dawn:
Patient and colourless, through Heaven's gold
Waits to float through them along with the sun
Far out in the meadows, above the young corn,
The heavy elms wait, and restless and cold
The uneasy wind rises; the roses are dun;
Through the long twilight they pray for the dawn,
Round the lone house in the midst of the corn,
Speak but one word to me over the corn,
Over the tender, bow'd locks of the corn.
References
Morris, William. The Defence of Guenevere, The Life and Death of Jason, and Other Poems. London: Oxford University Press, 1914. P. 149. [Scanned and formatted by GPL].
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