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By Alfred Tennyson Submitted by B.K. Date: 2003 Mar 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.17.17.35.29226]] |
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In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal partners Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute And ever widening slowly silence all The little rift within the lovers lute Or little pitted speck in garnered fruit That rotting inward slowly moulders all It is not worth the keeping: let it go: But shall it? Answer, darling, answer, no And trust me not at all or all in all |