ABSTRACT
You know Morris is now only 35, and has done things in decorative art which take as high and exclusive a place in that field as his poetry does in its own. What may he not yet do? The second volume of the Earthly Paradise is getting forward, but will not be ready, I should think, till the spring of next year. In some parts of it the poet goes deeper in the treatment of intense personal passion that he has yet done. After the work is finished, I trust his next step will be in dramatic composition, in which I foresee some of his highest triumphs.
