"It sprang without sowing, it grew without heeding, Ye knew not its name and ye knew not its measure, Ye noted it not mid your hope and your pleasure; There was pain in its blossom, despair in its seeding, But daylong your bosom now nurseth its treasure."
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William Morris
(24 March 1834 β 3 October 1896) was a British textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist associated with the British .
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