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William Morris - Song V: Through The Trouble And Tangle
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Love is enough: through the trouble and tangle
       From yesterday`s dawning to yesterday`s night
   I sought through the vales where the prisoned winds wrangle,
       Till, wearied and bleeding, at end of the light
       I met him, and we wrestled, and great was my might. 

   O great was my joy, though no rest was around me,
       Though mid wastes of the world were we twain all alone,
   For methought that I conquered and he knelt and he crowned me,
       And the driving rain ceased, and the wind ceased to moan,
       And through clefts of the clouds her planet outshone. 

   O through clefts of the clouds `gan the world to awaken,
       And the bitter wind piped, and down drifted the rain,
   And I was alone—and yet not forsaken,
       For the grass was untrodden except by my pain:
       With a Shadow of the Night had I wrestled in vain. 

   And the Shadow of the Night and not Love was departed;
     I was sore, I was weary, yet Love lived to seek;
 So I scaled the dark mountains, and wandered sad-hearted
     Over wearier wastes, where e`en sunlight was bleak,
     With no rest of the night for my soul waxen weak. 

 With no rest of the night; for I waked mid a story
     Of a land wherein Love is the light and the lord,
 Where my tale shall be heard, and my wounds gain a glory,
     And my tears be a treasure to add to the hoard
     Of pleasure laid up for his people`s reward. 

 Ah, pleasure laid up! Haste then onward and listen,
     For the wind of the waste has no music like this,
 And not thus do the rocks of the wilderness glisten:
     With the host of his faithful through sorrow and bliss
     My Lord goeth forth now, and knows me for his.
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