Drawing Near The Light.
Lo, when we wade the tangled wood, In haste and hurry to be there, Nought seem its leaves and blossoms good, For all that they be fashioned fair. But looking up, at last we see The glimmer of the open light, From o'er the place where we would be: Then grow the very brambles bright. So now, amidst our day of strife, With many a matter glad we play, When once we see the light of life Gleam through the tangle of to-day.
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"Lo, when we wade the tangled wood,..."
This evocative piece by William Morris, titled "Drawing Near The Light.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...