Quote#Desire
But lo, the old inn, and the lights, and the fire
Quote byWilliam Morris · 1834–1896
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "The Message of the March Winds", in Poems by the Way, 2nd ed. (1892), p. 36.
English (original)
But lo, the old inn, and the lights, and the fire, And the fiddler's old tune and the shuffling of feet; Soon for us shall be quiet and rest and desire, And to-morrow's uprising to deeds shall be sweet.
— William Morris
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O thrush, your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung, Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear Love and I were young.
Now such an one for daughter Creon had As maketh wise men fools and young men mad.
Wert thou more fickle than the restless sea, Still should I love thee, knowing thee for such.
The majesty That from man's soul looks through his eager eyes.
From out the throng and stress of lies, From out the painful noise of sighs, One voice of comfort seems to rise: "It is the meaner part that dies."