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I 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, | 5 |
| And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass’d 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. | |
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II LOVE is enough: ho ye who seek saving, | 10 |
| Go no further; come hither! there have been who have found it, | |
| And these know the House of Fulfilment of Craving; | |
| These know the Cup with the roses around it; | |
| These know the World’s wound and the balm that hath bound it: | |
| Cry out, the World heedeth not, ‘Love, lead us home!’ | 15 |
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| He leadeth, He hearkeneth, He cometh to you-ward; | |
| Set your faces as steel to the fears that assemble | |
| Round his goad for the faint, and his scourge for the froward: | |
| Lo his lips, how with tales of last kisses they tremble! | |
| Lo his eyes of all sorrow that may not dissemble! | 20 |
| Cry out, for he heedeth, ‘O Love, lead us home!’ | |
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| O hearken the words of his voice of compassion: | |
| ‘Come cling round about me, ye faithful who sicken | |
| Of the weary unrest and the world’s passing fashion! | |
| As the rain in mid-morning your troubles shall thicken, | 25 |
| But surely within you some Godhead doth quicken, | |
| As ye cry to me heeding and leading you home. | |
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| ‘Come—pain ye shall have, and be blind to the ending! | |
| Come—fear ye shall have, mid the sky’s overcasting! | |
| Come—change ye shall have, for far are ye wending! | 30 |
| Come—no crown ye shall have for your thirst and your fasting, | |
| But the kiss’d lips of Love and fair life everlasting! | |
| Cry out, for one heedeth, who leadeth you home!’ | |
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| Is he gone? was he with us?—ho ye who seek saving, | |
| Go no further; come hither! for have we not found it? | 35 |
| Here is the House of Fulfilment of Craving; | |
| Here is the Cup with the roses around it; | |
| The World’s wound well healed, and the balm that hath bound it: | |
| Cry out! for he heedeth, fair Love that led home. | |
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