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Title: William De Morgan and his wife
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Stirling, A. M. W. (Anna Maria Wilhelmina)
Subjects: De Morgan, William Frend, 1839-1917 De Morgan, Mrs. (Evelyn) De Morgan family
Publisher: New York : H. Holt and Company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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n Mrs.—Burne-Jones. Alice Fleming in later life shared much of herbrothers singular genius, and wrote verses the lilt and rhythmof which are full of music. Some of her most successful poems,however, were said to be viritten while she was in a trance ; and,Dn De Morgans picture of St. George, she sent him, fully twenty^ears after that Christmas party, what she terms some roughverses anent your picture which, she explains, were written inmtomatic writing. St. George in the Transvaal He lost his way at eventide And wandering where the paths divide, He found a gobhn by his side A satyr child, Whose look was wild.The day drew on to eventide. Ah! good St. George, at eventide,Choose not a goblin for thy guide.Or things of terror may betide Before moonrise. Beneath thine eyes ;Go forth alone where paths divide. St. George knew well the goblin lied .But yet he took him for his guide C And on through shadows dappled, pied. He led the Knight, At fall of night,Until they reached the water-side.
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■r~ y. •z z S B Id ►- THE CHELSEA PERIOD 85 St. Georges own betrothed bridePrayed for him still at eventideWithin the chapel of St. Vide. A world away She knelt to pray ;He needed prayer with such a guide. The blue waves kissed the bouldered beach.Far on the billows out of reach,There shone a wondrous form to teach Fear to a Knight, A faery sight :—The satyr child laughed on the beach. A sea nymph with gold rippled hairRocked on the ripples, free from care.She had no soul, she was so fair,— St. George, I pray, Look not that way,Poor mortal strength has much to bear. Queen Mary, pity now thy Knight For he is in an evil plight Standing alone—twixt nymph and sprite^ Ah Princess pray A world away—Keep watch and vigil all the night. The Princess is so very far—As distant as the evening star;The nymph is near witliouten bar. The Knight is young. Her honeyed tongueWould win Apollo from his car. Full many a Knight at eventide Still wanders on through paths untried. While loved

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