Love is enough: though the World be a-waning br And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, br Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover br The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, br Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, br And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over, br Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter; br The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter br These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.