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