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Title: The Tune Of Seven Towers
Author: William Morris [
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No one goes there now:
For what is left to fetch away
From the desolate battlements all arow,
And the lead roof heavy and grey?
_Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers,
This is the tune of Seven Towers._
No one walks there now;
Except in the white moonlight
The white ghosts walk in a row;
If one could see it, an awful sight,
_Listen! said fair Yoland of the flowers,
This is the tune of Seven Towers._
But none can see them now,
Though they sit by the side of the moat,
Feet half in the water, there in a row,
Long hair in the wind afloat.
_Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers,
This is the tune of Seven Towers._
If any will go to it now,
He must go to it all alone,
Its gates will not open to any row
Of glittering spears: will _you_ go alone?
_Listen! said fair Yoland of the flowers,
This is the tune of Seven Towers._
By my love go there now,
To fetch me my coif away,
My coif and my kirtle, with pearls arow,
Oliver, go to-day!
_Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers,
This is the tune of Seven Towers._
I am unhappy now,
I cannot tell you why;
If you go, the priests and I in a row
Will pray that you may not die.
_Listen! said fair Yoland of the flowers,
This is the tune of Seven Towers._
If you will go for me now,
I will kiss your mouth at last;
[_She sayeth inwardly._]
(_The graves stand grey in a row._)
Oliver, hold me fast!
_Therefore, said fair Yoland of the flowers,
This is the tune of Seven Towers._
[The end]
William Morris's poem: Tune Of Seven Towers
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