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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538826" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love is Enough: Songs I-IX</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I1.<br> Love is enough: though the World be a-waning<br>.<br> And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,<br>.<br> Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover<br>.<br> The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,<br>.<br> Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,<br>.<br> And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,<br>.<br> Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;<br>.<br> The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter<br>.<br> These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.II2.<br> Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow<br>.<br> If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain,<br>.<br> Ye who have paid for your bliss with great sorrow:<br>.<br> For as it was once so it shall be again.<br>.<br> Ye shall cry out for death as ye stretch forth in vain2.<br> Feeble hands to the hands that would help but they may not,<br>.<br> Cry out to deaf ears that would hear if they could;<br>.<br> Till again shall the change come, and words your lips say not<br>.<br> Your hearts make all plain in the best wise they would<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the world ye thought waning is glorious and good:2.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And no morning now mocks you and no nightfall is weary,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The plains are not empty of song and of deed:<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The sea strayeth not, nor the mountains are dreary;<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The wind is not helpless for any man's need,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor falleth the rain but for thistle and weed.2.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O surely this morning all sorrow is hidden,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All battle is hushed for this even at least;<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And no one this noontide may hunger, unbidden<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To the flowers and the singing and the joy of your feast<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where silent ye sit midst the world's tale increased.2.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lo, the lovers unloved that draw nigh for your blessing!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For your tale makes the dreaming whereby yet they live<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The dreams of the day with their hopes of redressing,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The dreams of the night with the kisses they give,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The dreams of the dawn wherein death and hope strive.2.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah, what shall we say then, but that earth threatened often<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Shall live on for ever that such things may be,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That the dry seed shall quicken, the hard earth shall soften,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the spring-bearing birds flutter north o'er the sea,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That earth's garden may bloom round my love's feet and me?III3.<br> Love is enough: it grew up without heeding<br>.<br> In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure,<br>.<br> And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pleasure<br>.<br> Had no boast of the blossom, no sign of the seeding,<br>.<br> As the morning and evening passed over its treasure.3.<br> And what do ye say then?--That Spring long departed<br>.<br> Has brought forth no child to the softness and showers;<br>.<br> --That we slept and we dreamed through the Summer of flowers;<br>.<br> We dreamed of the Winter, and waking dead-hearted<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Found Winter upon us and waste of dull hours.3.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nay, Spring was o'er-happy and knew not the reason,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And Summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all was ended<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended;<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But this is the harvest and the garnering season,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the leaf and the blossom in the ripe fruit are blended.3.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It sprang without sowing, it grew without heeding,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ye knew not its name and ye knew not its measure,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ye noted it not mid your hope and your pleasure;<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There was pain in its blossom, despair in its seeding,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But daylong your bosom now nurseth its treasure.IV4.<br> Love is enough: draw near and behold me<br>.<br> Ye who pass by the way to your rest and your laughter,<br>.<br> And are full of the hope of the dawn coming after;<br>.<br> For the strong of the world have bought me and sold me<br>.<br> And my house is all wasted from threshold to rafter.<br>.<br> --Pass by me, and hearken, and think of me not!4.<br> Cry out and come near; for my ears may not hearken,<br>.<br> And my eyes are grown dim as the eyes of the dying.<br>.<br> Is this the grey rack o'er the sun's face a-flying?<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or is it your faces his brightness that darken?<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Comes a wind from the sea, or is it your sighing?<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> --Pass by me and hearken, and pity me not!4.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ye know not how void is your hope and your living:<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Depart with your helping lest yet ye undo me!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ye know not that at nightfall she draweth near to me,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There is soft speech between us and words of forgiving<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Till in dead of the midnight her kisses thrill through me.<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> --Pass by me and harken, and waken me not!4.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Wherewith will ye buy it, ye rich who behold me?<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Draw out from your coffers your rest and your laughter,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the fair gilded hope of the dawn coming after!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nay this I sell not,--though ye bought me and sold me,--<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For your house stored with such things from threshold to rafter.<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> --Pass by me, I hearken, and think of you not!V5.<br> Love is enough: through the trouble and tangle<br>.<br> From yesterday's dawning to yesterday's night<br>.<br> I sought through the vales where the prisoned winds wrangle,<br>.<br> Till, wearied and bleeding, at end of the light<br>.<br> I met him, and we wrestled, and great was my might.5.<br> O great was my joy, though no rest was around me,<br>.<br> Though mid wastes of the world were we twain all alone,<br>.<br> For methought that I conquered and he knelt and he crowned me,<br>.<br> And the driving rain ceased, and the wind ceased to moan,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And through clefts of the clouds her planet outshone.5.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O through clefts of the clouds 'gan the world to awaken,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the bitter wind piped, and down drifted the rain,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And I was alone--and yet not forsaken,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For the grass was untrodden except by my pain:<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With a Shadow of the Night had I wrestled in vain.5.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the Shadow of the Night and not Love was departed;<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I was sore, I was weary, yet Love lived to seek;<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So I scaled the dark mountains, and wandered sad-hearted<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Over wearier wastes, where e'en sunlight was bleak,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With no rest of the night for my soul waxen weak.5.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With no rest of the night; for I waked mid a story<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of a land wherein Love is the light and the lord,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where my tale shall be heard, and my wounds gain a glory,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And my tears be a treasure to add to the hoard<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of pleasure laid up for his people's reward.5.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah, pleasure laid up! Haste then onward and listen,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For the wind of the waste has no music like this,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And not thus do the rocks of the wilderness glisten:<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With the host of his faithful through sorrow and bliss<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My Lord goeth forth now, and knows me for his.VI6.<br> Love is enough: cherish life that abideth,<br>.<br> Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and misname him;<br>.<br> For who knows in what ruin of all hope he hideth,<br>.<br> On what wings of the terror of darkness he rideth?<br>.<br> And what is the joy of man's life that ye blame him<br>.<br> For his bliss grown a sword, and his rest grown a fire?6.<br> Ye who tremble for death, or the death of desire,<br>.<br> Pass about the cold winter-tide garden and ponder<br>.<br> On the rose in his glory amidst of June's fire,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On the languor of noontide that gathered the thunder,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On the morn and its freshness, the eve and its wonder:<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ye may make it no more--shall Spring come to awaken?6.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Live on, for Love liveth, and earth shall be shaken<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By the wind of his wings on the triumphing morning,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When the dead, and their deeds that die not shall awaken,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the world's tale shall sound in your trumpet of warning,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the sun smite the banner called Scorn of the Scorning,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And dead pain ye shall trample, dead fruitless desire,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As ye wend to pluck out the new world from the fire.VII7.<br> Dawn talks to Day<br>.<br> Over dew-gleaming flowers,<br>.<br> Night flies away<br>.<br> Till the resting of hours:<br>.<br> Fresh are thy feet<br>.<br> And with dreams thine eyes glistening,<br>.<br> Thy still lips are sweet<br>.<br> Though the world is a-listening.<br>.<br> O Love, set a word in my mouth for our meeting,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Cast thine arms round about me to stay my heart's beating!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O fresh day, O fair day, O long day made ours!...7.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Morn shall meet noon<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> While the flower-stems yet move,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Though the wind dieth soon<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the clouds fade above.<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Loved lips are thine<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As I tremble and hearken;<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Bright thine eyes shine,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Though the leaves thy brow darken.<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O Love, kiss me into silence, lest no word avail me,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Stay my head with thy bosom lest breath and life fail me!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O sweet day, O rich day, made long for our love!7.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Late day shall greet eve,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the full blossoms shake,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For the wind will not leave<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The tall trees while they wake.<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Eyes soft with bliss,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Come nigher and nigher!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sweet mouth I kiss,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Tell me all thy desire!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Let us speak, love, together some words of our story,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That our lips as they part may remember the glory!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O soft day, O calm day, made clear for our sake!7.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Eve shall kiss night,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the leaves stir like rain<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As the wind stealeth light<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O'er the grass of the plain.<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Unseen are thine eyes<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Mid the dreamy night's sleeping,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And on my mouth there lies<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The dear rain of thy weeping.<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Hold silence, love, speak not of the sweet day departed,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Cling close to me, love, lest I waken sad-hearted!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O kind day, O dear day, short day, come again!VIII8.<br> Love is enough: while ye deemed him a-sleeping,<br>.<br> There were signs of his coming and sounds of his feet;<br>.<br> His touch it was that would bring you to weeping,<br>.<br> When the summer was deepest and music most sweet:<br>.<br> In his footsteps ye followed the day to its dying,<br>.<br> Ye went forth by his gown-skirts the morning to meet:<br>.<br> In his place on the beaten-down orchard-grass lying,<br>.<br> Of the sweet ways ye pondered left for life's trying.8.<br> Ah, what was all dreaming of pleasure anear you,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To the time when his eyes on your wistful eyes turned,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And ye saw his lips move, and his head bent to hear you,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As new-born and glad to his kindness ye yearned?<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah, what was all dreaming of anguish and sorrow,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To the time when the world in his torment was burned,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And no god your heart from its prison might borrow,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And no rest was left, no today, no tomorrow?8.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All wonder of pleasure, all doubt of desire,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All blindness, are ended, and no more ye feel<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> If your feet treat his flowers or the flames of his fire,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> If your breast meet his balms or the edge of his steel.<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Change is come, and past over, no more strife, no more learning:<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now your lips and your forehead are sealed with his seal,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Look backward and smile at the thorns and the burning.<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> --Sweet rest, O my soul, and no fear of returning!IX9.<br> Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving,<br>.<br> Go no further; come hither; there have been who have found it,<br>.<br> And these know the House of Fulfilment of Craving;<br>.<br> These know the Cup with the roses around it;<br>.<br> These know the World's Wound and the balm that hath bound it:<br>.<br> Cry out, the World heedeth not, 'Love, lead us home!'9.<br> He leadeth, He hearkeneth, He cometh to you-ward;<br>.<br> Set your faces as steel to the fears that assemble<br>.<br> Round his goad for the faint, and his scourge for the froward,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lo his lips, how with tales of last kisses they tremble!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lo his eyes of all sorrow that may not dissemble!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Cry out, for he heedeth, 'O Love, lead us home!'9.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O hearken the words of his voice of compassion:<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Come cling round about me, ye faithful who sicken<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of the weary unrest and the world's passing fashions!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As the rain in mid-morning your troubles shall thicken,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But surely within you some Godhead doth quicken,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As ye cry to me heeding, and leading you home.9.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Come--pain ye shall have, and be blind to the ending!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Come--fear ye shall have, mid the sky's overcasting!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Come--change ye shall have, for far are ye wending!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Come--no crown ye shall have for your thirst and your fasting,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But the kissed lips of Love and fair life everlasting!<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Cry out, for one heedeth, who leadeth you home!'9.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Is he gone? was he with us?--ho ye who seek saving,<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Go no further; come hither; for have we not found it?<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Here is the House of Fulfilment of Craving;<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Here is the Cup with the roses around it;<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The World's Wound well healed, and the balm that hath bound it:<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Cry out! for he heedeth, fair Love that led home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</a><div class=q>
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