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Love is
enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods
have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though
the skies 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
passed 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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