Love Is Enough: Songs I-ix Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB B C C C C C C AC D C E DF G F G G C H C H H I J I J J B K B L K I C I C AB C C B CM N N M N I M M I M B C C B KC C C C C FI B B I B F B C C B C F C C C C C CO P O P PC I C I I I I I I I M Q M Q Q C R C R R I S I S KT U T T U CC C C C C I I B BI | A |
Love is enough though the World be a waning | B |
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And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining | B |
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Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover | C |
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The gold cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder | C |
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Though the hills be held shadows and the sea a dark wonder | C |
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And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over | C |
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Yet their hands shall not tremble their feet shall not falter | C |
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The void shall not weary the fear shall not alter | C |
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These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover II | A |
Love is enough have no thought for to morrow | C |
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If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain | D |
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Ye who have paid for your bliss with great sorrow | C |
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For as it was once so it shall be again | E |
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Ye shall cry out for death as ye stretch forth in vain | D |
Feeble hands to the hands that would help but they may not | F |
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Cry out to deaf ears that would hear if they could | G |
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Till again shall the change come and words your lips say not | F |
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Your hearts make all plain in the best wise they would | G |
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And the world ye thought waning is glorious and good | G |
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And no morning now mocks you and no nightfall is weary | C |
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The plains are not empty of song and of deed | H |
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The sea strayeth not nor the mountains are dreary | C |
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The wind is not helpless for any man's need | H |
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Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed | H |
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O surely this morning all sorrow is hidden | I |
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All battle is hushed for this even at least | J |
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And no one this noontide may hunger unbidden | I |
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To the flowers and the singing and the joy of your feast | J |
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Where silent ye sit midst the world's tale increased | J |
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Lo the lovers unloved that draw nigh for your blessing | B |
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For your tale makes the dreaming whereby yet they live | K |
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The dreams of the day with their hopes of redressing | B |
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The dreams of the night with the kisses they give | L |
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The dreams of the dawn wherein death and hope strive | K |
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Ah what shall we say then but that earth threatened often | I |
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Shall live on for ever that such things may be | C |
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That the dry seed shall quicken the hard earth shall soften | I |
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And the spring bearing birds flutter north o'er the sea | C |
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That earth's garden may bloom round my love's feet and me III | A |
Love is enough it grew up without heeding | B |
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In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure | C |
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And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pleasure | C |
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Had no boast of the blossom no sign of the seeding | B |
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As the morning and evening passed over its treasure | C |
And what do ye say then That Spring long departed | M |
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Has brought forth no child to the softness and showers | N |
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That we slept and we dreamed through the Summer of flowers | N |
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We dreamed of the Winter and waking dead hearted | M |
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Found Winter upon us and waste of dull hours | N |
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Nay Spring was o'er happy and knew not the reason | I |
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And Summer dreamed sadly for she thought all was ended | M |
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In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended | M |
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But this is the harvest and the garnering season | I |
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And the leaf and the blossom in the ripe fruit are blended | M |
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It sprang without sowing it grew without heeding | B |
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Ye knew not its name and ye knew not its measure | C |
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Ye noted it not mid your hope and your pleasure | C |
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There was pain in its blossom despair in its seeding | B |
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But daylong your bosom now nurseth its treasure IV | K |
Love is enough draw near and behold me | C |
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Ye who pass by the way to your rest and your laughter | C |
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And are full of the hope of the dawn coming after | C |
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For the strong of the world have bought me and sold me | C |
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And my house is all wasted from threshold to rafter | C |
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Pass by me and hearken and think of me not | F |
Cry out and come near for my ears may not hearken | I |
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And my eyes are grown dim as the eyes of the dying | B |
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Is this the grey rack o'er the sun's face a flying | B |
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Or is it your faces his brightness that darken | I |
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Comes a wind from the sea or is it your sighing | B |
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Pass by me and hearken and pity me not | F |
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Ye know not how void is your hope and your living | B |
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Depart with your helping lest yet ye undo me | C |
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Ye know not that at nightfall she draweth near to me | C |
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There is soft speech between us and words of forgiving | B |
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Till in dead of the midnight her kisses thrill through me | C |
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Pass by me and harken and waken me not | F |
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Wherewith will ye buy it ye rich who behold me | C |
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Draw out from your coffers your rest and your laughter | C |
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And the fair gilded hope of the dawn coming after | C |
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Nay this I sell not though ye bought me and sold me | C |
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For your house stored with such things from threshold to rafter | C |
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Pass by me I hearken and think of you not V | C |
Love is enough through the trouble and tangle | O |
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From yesterday's dawning to yesterday's night | P |
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I sought through the vales where the prisoned winds wrangle | O |
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Till wearied and bleeding at end of the light | P |
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I met him and we wrestled and great was my might | P |
O great was my joy though no rest was around me | C |
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Though mid wastes of the world were we twain all alone | I |
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For methought that I conquered and he knelt and he crowned me | C |
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And the driving rain ceased and the wind ceased to moan | I |
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And through clefts of the clouds her planet outshone | I |
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O through clefts of the clouds 'gan the world to awaken | I |
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And the bitter wind piped and down drifted the rain | I |
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And I was alone and yet not forsaken | I |
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For the grass was untrodden except by my pain | I |
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With a Shadow of the Night had I wrestled in vain | I |
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And the Shadow of the Night and not Love was departed | M |
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I was sore I was weary yet Love lived to seek | Q |
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So I scaled the dark mountains and wandered sad hearted | M |
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Over wearier wastes where e'en sunlight was bleak | Q |
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With no rest of the night for my soul waxen weak | Q |
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With no rest of the night for I waked mid a story | C |
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Of a land wherein Love is the light and the lord | R |
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Where my tale shall be heard and my wounds gain a glory | C |
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And my tears be a treasure to add to the hoard | R |
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Of pleasure laid up for his people's reward | R |
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Ah pleasure laid up Haste then onward and listen | I |
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For the wind of the waste has no music like this | S |
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And not thus do the rocks of the wilderness glisten | I |
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With the host of his faithful through sorrow and bliss | S |
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My Lord goeth forth now and knows me for his VI | K |
Love is enough cherish life that abideth | T |
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Lest ye die ere ye know him and curse and misname him | U |
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For who knows in what ruin of all hope he hideth | T |
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On what wings of the terror of darkness he rideth | T |
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And what is the joy of man's life that ye blame him | U |
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For his bliss grown a sword and his rest grown a fire | C |
Ye who tremble for death or the death of desire | C |
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Pass about the cold winter tide garden and ponder | C |
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On the rose in his glory amidst of June's fire | C |
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On the languor of noontide that gathered the thunder | C |
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On the morn and its freshness the eve and its wonder | C |
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Ye may make it no more shall Spring come to awaken | I |
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Live on for Love liveth and earth shall be shaken | I |
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By the wind of his wings on the triumphing morning | B |
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When the dead and their deeds that die not shall awak | B |
William Morris
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