For The Briar Rose

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Title:     For The Briar Rose
Author: William Morris [More Titles by Morris]

_The Briarwood_.

The fateful slumber floats and flows
About the tangle of the rose;
But lo! the fated hand and heart
To rend the slumberous curse apart!

_The Council Room_.

The threat of war, the hope of peace,
The Kingdom's peril and increase
Sleep on, and bide the latter day,
When fate shall take her chain away.

_The Garden Court_.

The maiden pleasance of the land
Knoweth no stir of voice or hand,
No cup the sleeping waters fill,
The restless shuttle lieth still.

_The Rosebower_.

Here lies the hoarded love, the key
To all the treasure that shall be;
Come fated hand the gift to take,
And smite this sleeping world awake.

[The end]
William Morris's poem: For The Briar Rose

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