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Ye know not how void is your hope and your living:
Depart with your helping lest yet ye undo me!
Love is Enough (1872)
Come — change ye shall have, for far are ye wending!
Love is Enough (1872)
The wind is not helpless for any man's need,
Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed.
Love is Enough (1872)
Pass by me, and hearken, and think of me not!
Love is Enough (1872)
Pass by me, I hearken, and think of you not!
Love is Enough (1872)
Till again shall the change come, and words your lips say not
Your hearts make all plain in the best wise they would
And the world ye thought waning is glorious and good...
Love is Enough (1872)
But the kissed lips of Love and fair life everlasting!
Cry out, for one heedeth, who leadeth you home!
Love is Enough (1872)
Morn shall meet noon
While the flower-stems yet move,
Though the wind dieth soon
And the clouds fade above.
Love is Enough (1872)
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.
Love is Enough (1872)
Love is enough: it grew up without heeding
In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure,
And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pleasure
Had no boast of the blossom, no sign of the seeding,
As the morning and evening passed over its treasure.
Love is Enough (1872)
Let us speak, love, together some words of our story,
That our lips as they part may remember the glory!
O soft day, O calm day, made clear for our sake!
Love is Enough (1872)
Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow
If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain,
Ye who have paid for your bliss with great sorrow...
Love is Enough (1872)
Love is enough: cherish life that abideth,
Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and misname him;
For who knows in what ruin of all hope he hideth,
On what wings of the terror of darkness he rideth?
Love is Enough (1872)
Love is enough: while ye deemed him a-sleeping,
There were signs of his coming and sounds of his feet;
His touch it was that would bring you to weeping,
When the summer was deepest and music most sweet...
Love is Enough (1872)
Change is come, and past over, no more strife, no more learning:
Now your lips and your forehead are sealed with his seal,
Look backward and smile at the thorns and the burning.
— Sweet rest, O my soul, and no fear of returning!
Love is Enough (1872)
Lo, the lovers unloved that draw nigh for your blessing!
For your tale makes the dreaming whereby yet they live
The dreams of the day with their hopes of redressing,
The dreams of the night with the kisses they give,
The dreams of the dawn wherein death and hope strive.
Love is Enough (1872)