Lost (Interlude)

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

And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed 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