Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming there under,
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
// Sunday, September 19
sigh.. tmr's literature. im so dead. i barely rmb anything from the two books. this sucks. n i miss sarah. had lunch with her family today. felt so weird wout her. but oh wells.. i really hope this coming week wld be so much better.. -prays..-
literature sucks.
it is literally sucking my brains out.
literature rocks.
but it's rocking only my buttocks.
scripted at 7:58 PM
