I loved her that she was beautiful;
And that to me she seemed to be all Nature,
And all varieties of things in one:
Would set at night in clouds of tears and rise
All light and laughter in the morning, fear
No petty customs nor appearances;
But think what others only dreamed about;
And say what others didbut think, and do
What others dared but do: so pure withal
In Soul; in heart and act such conscious yet
Such perfect innocence, she made round her
A halo delight. 'Twas these which won me;
And she never schooled within her breast
One thought or feeling, but gave holiday
To all; and that she made all even mine
In the communion of love: and we
Grew like each other, for we loved each other;
She, mild and generous as the air in spring;
And I, like earth all building out with love.
Phlip J. Bailey
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.
William Morris
