John Drinkwater,
Victorian Poetry
(1924)
“ In speaking of so noble a poet, and one so rich in pleasure-giving, one would say [171] nothing that should savour at any distance of disparagement. Nor is Morris to be belittled because Chaucer was his master, not only by example, but by achievement. At the same time, in Morris’s narrative poetry, however splendidly it may compel every other honour, there is to those who love it a perplexing something which leaves it short of the very highest. In a strange and impalpable way it seems as though he had withheld some last heart-beat from its creation. ”
