Love is enough

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice
but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies 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.

William Morris (1834-96)