
Love is enough
thought the world be a-waning
and the wood have no voice
but the voice of complaining
though the sky be too dark
for dim eye to discover
the gold-cups and daises
fair blooming thereunder
Though the hill be held shadows
and the sea a dark wonder
the this day draws veil over
all deep pass'd over
Yet their hands shall not tremble
their feets shall not falter
the void shall not weary
the fear shall not alter
these lips and these eye of the loved and the lover
By: Williams Worris
About the Creator
Balovic
Though I might be late, I never fail to make progress.




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