In The Four Loves, Lewis jokes that one reviewer responded to this bold poem saying quite simply, "It isn't." His reference sparked my curiosity. I wasn't disappointed. I hope you won't be either.
Love is Enough
William Morris
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 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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