Love is enough

    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 falter¹；

    The void shall not weary， the fear shall not alter

    These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.