Love is enough:
though the World be a-waning,
and the woods have no voice
but the voice of complaining,
though the sky be too dark
for dim eyes to discover
the gold-cups and daisies
fair blooming thereunder,
though the hills be held shadows,
and the sea a dark wonder,
and this day draw a veil
over all deeds pass'd over,
yet their hands shall not tremble,
their feet shall not falter;
the void shall not weary,
the fear shall not alter
these lips
and these eyes
of the loved
and the lover.
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Love is enough – a poem by William Morris (1834 – 1896)