| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. |
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| William Morris. 1834–1896 |
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| 800. Summer Dawn |
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| PRAY but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips, | |
| Think but one thought of me up in the stars. | |
| The summer night waneth, the morning light slips | |
| Faint and gray 'twixt the leaves of the aspen, betwixt the cloud-bars, | |
| That are patiently waiting there for the dawn: | 5 |
| Patient and colourless, though Heaven's gold | |
| Waits to float through them along with the sun. | |
| Far out in the meadows, above the young corn, | |
| The heavy elms wait, and restless and cold | |
| The uneasy wind rises; the roses are dun; | 10 |
| Through the long twilight they pray for the dawn | |
| Round the lone house in the midst of the corn. | |
| Speak but one word to me over the corn, | |
| Over the tender, bow'd locks of the corn. | |
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