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 pulling their under. Though the hills be hillshadden, and the sea a dark wonder, and this day draw veil over all deeds passed over. Love is enough, though the world be a waning, and the sea a dark wonder, and this day draw veil over all deeds passed over.