Love is Enough

by William Morris

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 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.