Quote#Happiness
It sprang without sowing, it grew without heeding
Quote byWilliam Morris · 1834–1896
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Song III: It Grew Up Without Heeding.
English (original)
It sprang without sowing, it grew without heeding, Ye knew not its name and ye knew not its measure, Ye noted it not mid your hope and your pleasure; There was pain in its blossom, despair in its seeding, But daylong your bosom now nurseth its treasure.
— William Morris
More from William Morris
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.
The majesty That from man's soul looks through his eager eyes.
I know a little garden-close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night, And have one with me wandering.
Wert thou more fickle than the restless sea, Still should I love thee, knowing thee for such.
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."