Song I: Though The World Be A-Waning

By William Morris

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.