7th March 2017
If you’re anything like us, we’re very excited about the changing season, and whilst it isn’t officially spring until later in the month (the 20th to be exact) after Hurricane Doris and being rained on just one too many times- we’re ready for spring. Walking around our old stomping ground Harrogate last weekend, the flowers on the Stray are beginning to bloom, and it looks like the start of a beautiful flower season- are you planning to visit their flower show in April?
I’ve been looking into William Morris poetry lately, the collections he wrote show an deep level of intelligence Morris is renowned for. Wikipedia William Morris and he is summarised as, ‘William Morris (24 March 1834 – 3 October 1896) was an English textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist.’ Whilst his legacy has lived on with him as a textile designer, during his life, he was best known for his poetry. So every so often, we put the designs aside and read a few of his poetry and consider the topics he felt important enough to record in his various works. Two relevant to our excitement for spring are:
Spring – William Morris
Spring am I, too soft of heart
Much to speak ere I depart:
Ask the Summer-tide to prove
The abundance of my love.
His open eyes beheld her nought,
Yet ’gan his lips to move;
But life and deeds were in her thought,
And he would sing of love.
So sang they till their eyes did meet,
And faded fear and shame;
More bold he grew, and she more sweet,
Until they sang the same.
Until, say they who know the thing,
Their very lips did kiss,
And Sorrow laid abed with Spring
Begat an earthly bliss.