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Love is enough: though the World be a-waning
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And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
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Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
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The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
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Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
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And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
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Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;
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The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
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These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.II2.
Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow
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If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain,
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Ye who have paid for your bliss with great sorrow:
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For as it was once so it shall be again.
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Ye shall cry out for death as ye stretch forth in vain2.
Feeble hands to the hands that would help but they may not,
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Cry out to deaf ears that would hear if they could;
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Till again shall the change come, and words your lips say not
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Your hearts make all plain in the best wise they would
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And the world ye thought waning is glorious and good:2.

And no morning now mocks you and no nightfall is weary,
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The plains are not empty of song and of deed:
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The sea strayeth not, nor the mountains are dreary;
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The wind is not helpless for any man's need,
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Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed.2.

O surely this morning all sorrow is hidden,
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All battle is hushed for this even at least;
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And no one this noontide may hunger, unbidden
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To the flowers and the singing and the joy of your feast
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Where silent ye sit midst the world's tale increased.2.

Lo, the lovers unloved that draw nigh for your blessing!
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For your tale makes the dreaming whereby yet they live
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The dreams of the day with their hopes of redressing,
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The dreams of the night with the kisses they give,
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The dreams of the dawn wherein death and hope strive.2.

Ah, what shall we say then, but that earth threatened often
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Shall live on for ever that such things may be,
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That the dry seed shall quicken, the hard earth shall soften,
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And the spring-bearing birds flutter north o'er the sea,
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That earth's garden may bloom round my love's feet and me?III3.
Love is enough: it grew up without heeding
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In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure,
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And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pleasure
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Had no boast of the blossom, no sign of the seeding,
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As the morning and evening passed over its treasure.3.
And what do ye say then?--That Spring long departed
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Has brought forth no child to the softness and showers;
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--That we slept and we dreamed through the Summer of flowers;
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We dreamed of the Winter, and waking dead-hearted
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Found Winter upon us and waste of dull hours.3.

Nay, Spring was o'er-happy and knew not the reason,
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And Summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all was ended
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In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended;
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But this is the harvest and the garnering season,
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And the leaf and the blossom in the ripe fruit are blended.3.

It sprang without sowing, it grew without heeding,
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Ye knew not its name and ye knew not its measure,
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Ye noted it not mid your hope and your pleasure;
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There was pain in its blossom, despair in its seeding,
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But daylong your bosom now nurseth its treasure.IV4.
Love is enough: draw near and behold me
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Ye who pass by the way to your rest and your laughter,
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And are full of the hope of the dawn coming after;
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For the strong of the world have bought me and sold me
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And my house is all wasted from threshold to rafter.
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--Pass by me, and hearken, and think of me not!4.
Cry out and come near; for my ears may not hearken,
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And my eyes are grown dim as the eyes of the dying.
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Is this the grey rack o'er the sun's face a-flying?
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Or is it your faces his brightness that darken?
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Comes a wind from the sea, or is it your sighing?
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--Pass by me and hearken, and pity me not!4.

Ye know not how void is your hope and your living:
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Depart with your helping lest yet ye undo me!
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Ye know not that at nightfall she draweth near to me,
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There is soft speech between us and words of forgiving
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Till in dead of the midnight her kisses thrill through me.
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--Pass by me and harken, and waken me not!4.

Wherewith will ye buy it, ye rich who behold me?
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Draw out from your coffers your rest and your laughter,
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And the fair gilded hope of the dawn coming after!
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Nay this I sell not,--though ye bought me and sold me,--
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For your house stored with such things from threshold to rafter.
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--Pass by me, I hearken, and think of you not!V5.
Love is enough: through the trouble and tangle
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From yesterday's dawning to yesterday's night
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I sought through the vales where the prisoned winds wrangle,
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Till, wearied and bleeding, at end of the light
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I met him, and we wrestled, and great was my might.5.
O great was my joy, though no rest was around me,
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Though mid wastes of the world were we twain all alone,
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For methought that I conquered and he knelt and he crowned me,
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And the driving rain ceased, and the wind ceased to moan,
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And through clefts of the clouds her planet outshone.5.

O through clefts of the clouds 'gan the world to awaken,
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And the bitter wind piped, and down drifted the rain,
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And I was alone--and yet not forsaken,
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For the grass was untrodden except by my pain:
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With a Shadow of the Night had I wrestled in vain.5.

And the Shadow of the Night and not Love was departed;
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I was sore, I was weary, yet Love lived to seek;
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So I scaled the dark mountains, and wandered sad-hearted
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Over wearier wastes, where e'en sunlight was bleak,
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With no rest of the night for my soul waxen weak.5.

With no rest of the night; for I waked mid a story
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Of a land wherein Love is the light and the lord,
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Where my tale shall be heard, and my wounds gain a glory,
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And my tears be a treasure to add to the hoard
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Of pleasure laid up for his people's reward.5.

Ah, pleasure laid up! Haste then onward and listen,
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For the wind of the waste has no music like this,
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And not thus do the rocks of the wilderness glisten:
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With the host of his faithful through sorrow and bliss
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My Lord goeth forth now, and knows me for his.VI6.
Love is enough: cherish life that abideth,
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Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and misname him;
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For who knows in what ruin of all hope he hideth,
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On what wings of the terror of darkness he rideth?
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And what is the joy of man's life that ye blame him
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For his bliss grown a sword, and his rest grown a fire?6.
Ye who tremble for death, or the death of desire,
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Pass about the cold winter-tide garden and ponder
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On the rose in his glory amidst of June's fire,
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On the languor of noontide that gathered the thunder,
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On the morn and its freshness, the eve and its wonder:
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Ye may make it no more--shall Spring come to awaken?6.

Live on, for Love liveth, and earth shall be shaken
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By the wind of his wings on the triumphing morning,
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When the dead, and their deeds that die not shall awak