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 discoverThe 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 alterThese lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
William Morris (1834-96)
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