The House of the Wolfings

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Author: William Morris

The House of the Wolfings

Morris, William, 1834-1896

Whiles in the early Winter eve We pass amid the gathering night Some homestead that we had to leave Years past; and see its candles bright Shine in the room beside the door Where we were merry years agone But now must never enter more, As still the dark road drives us on. E’en so the world of men may turn At even of some hurried day And see the ancient glimmer burn Across the waste that hath no way; Then with that faint light in its eyes A while I bid it linger near And nurse in wavering memories The bitter-sweet of days that were.

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Chicago: William Morris, "The House of the Wolfings," The House of the Wolfings, ed. Macaulay, G. C. (George Campbell), 1852-1915 and trans. Evans, Sebastian in The House of the Wolfings Original Sources, accessed May 11, 2021, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=P4E19THWA3ZX7Q9.

MLA: Morris, William. "The House of the Wolfings." The House of the Wolfings, edited by Macaulay, G. C. (George Campbell), 1852-1915, and translated by Evans, Sebastian, in The House of the Wolfings, Original Sources. 11 May. 2021. www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=P4E19THWA3ZX7Q9.

Harvard: Morris, W, 'The House of the Wolfings' in The House of the Wolfings, ed. and trans. . cited in , The House of the Wolfings. Original Sources, retrieved 11 May 2021, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=P4E19THWA3ZX7Q9.