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.