In William Morris’s room at Kelmscott Manor, the early 17th century carved oak bed has an embroidered valance and bed-hangings that were designed in 1891 by his daughter, May. This poem, written by Morris, is part of the embroidery.
The wind’s on the wold and the night is a-cold,
And Thames runs chill twixt mead and hill,
But kind and dear is the old house here,
And my heart is warm midst winter’s harm.
Rest then and rest, and think of the best
Twixt summer and spring when all birds sing
In the town of the tree, as ye lie in me
And scarce dare move lest earth and its love
Should fade away ere the full of the day.
I am old and have seen many things that have been,
Both grief and peace, and wane and increase.
No tale I tell of ill or well,
But this I say, night treadeth on day,
And for worst and best, right good is rest.