Love
The Youths
From Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough
Love
O wilt thou ne'er depart, thou heavy night?
When will thy slaying bring on the morning bright,
That leads my weary feet to my delight?
Why lingerest thou, filling with wandering fears
My lone love's tired heart; her eyes with tears
For thoughts like sorrow for the vanished years?
Weaver of ill thoughts, when wilt thou be gone?
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MLA
Morris, William. “The Youths.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/morris/19/.
Chicago
Morris, William. “The Youths.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/morris/19/.
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