The Books of William Morris
n Mi KK mma wmiflmoi '/:-': sm r- THE BOOKS OF WILLIAM MORRIS. o THE BOOKS OF WILLIAM MORRIS DESCRIBED WITH SOME ACCOUNT OF HIS DOINGS IN LITEEATUEE AND IN THE ALLIED CEAFTS BY H. BUXTON FORMAN, C.B., Author of " Our Living Poets," " The Shelley Library," etc., and Editor of the Works of Shelley and Keats LONDON Frank Hollings, 7 Great Turnstile, Holborn 1897 — ———:; DEDICATION TO MAURICE BUXTON FORMAN OF CAPE TOWN, SOUTH AFRICA. Dear Son, — In this poor gift there's fitness ; For when into the world you came, You got—and let this leaf bear witness A twice associated name. Our well-belov'd friend Bucke's prenonien We gave you—and the letters show it Still, we'd an eye upon the omen That that same name described a poet. Tis naught but simple truth I'm telling Two sponsors' names in one we found, With some slight difference in the spelling And none whatever in the sound. While yet a lad you loved to walk about The book-room mingling lore with chaff; And well you knew some tomes I talk about In this my biobibliograph. Later, the "midnight lamp" has seen us In that same book-room all alone ; But since the Atlantic heaved between us Those Morris rows have grown and grown And still with every teeming year That made the listening world his debtor I grew to hold the man more dear And ever loved the poet better. (Ah ! Morris, it was well to know you Whatever comes of it, it was well Though dry the sprigs of bay I throw you, Right fain I were to be your Boswell !) So long, dear Boy ! The ship's in port That scores the Atlantic east and west Those rollers huge she'll make her sport, And bring you this at my behest.
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