Quote#Love
Love is enough: it grew up without heeding
Quote byWilliam Morris · 1834–1896
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Song III: It Grew Up Without Heeding.
English (original)
Love is enough: it grew up without heeding In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure, And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pleasure Had no boast of the blossom, no sign of the seeding, As the morning and evening passed over its treasure.
— William Morris
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Now such an one for daughter Creon had As maketh wise men fools and young men mad.
O thrush, your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung, Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear Love and I were young.
Wert thou more fickle than the restless sea, Still should I love thee, knowing thee for such.
The majesty That from man's soul looks through his eager eyes.
I know a little garden-close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night, And have one with me wandering.
From out the throng and stress of lies, From out the painful noise of sighs, One voice of comfort seems to rise: "It is the meaner part that dies."