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William Morris - Song I: Though The World Be A-Waning
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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 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 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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