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WILLIAM MORRIS   An entrance to that happy place; To seek the unforgotten face Once seen, once kiss'd, once reft from me Anigh the murmuring of the sea.  RODEN BERKELEY WRIOTHESLEY NOEL 1834-1894



FLUNG me round him, I drew him under; I clung, I drown'd him, My own white wonder! &hellip;

Father and mother, Weeping and wild, Came to the forest, Calling the child, Came from the palace, Down to the pool, Calling my darling, My beautiful! Under the water, Cold and so pale! Could it be love made Beauty to fail?

Ah me for mortals! In a few moons, If I had left him, After some Junes 