Kelmscott Manor - William Morris's Bed

The bed was made up of old panelling, etc. The cover, pelmet and curtains were designed by his daughter May and the poem is by William Morris. Another shot in the comment below.

 

There's a rather good virtual tour of Kemscott on their website, if anyone is interested:

 

kelmscottmanor.org.uk/your-visit/360-tour/

 

Poem for the bed at Kelmscott

 

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,

And ye 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 or best

Right good is rest.

Done