January 30
Companions of the Way (Morning)Let my Beloved come into His garden.
YE who tremble for death, or the death of desire, Pass about the cold winter-tide garden and ponder On the rose in his glory amidst of June's fire,
On the languor of noontide that gathered the thunder, On the morn and its freshness, the eve and its wonder: Ye may wake it no more—shall spring come to awaken?
Live on, for Love liveth, and earth shall be shaken By the wind of his wings.
WILLIAM MORRIS
THE BELOVED