William Morris,
Poems By The Way & Love Is Enough
“ Thou starest, my fosterer: what strange thing beholdst thou? A great king, a strong man, that thou knewest a child once: Pharamond the fair babe: Pharamond the warrior; Pharamond the king, and which hast thou feared yet? And why wilt thou fear then this Pharamond the lover? Shall I fail of my love who failed not of my fame? Nay, nay, I shall live for the last gain and greatest. ”
