Alfred Tennyson
In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,
Faith and unfaith eer be equal powers:
Unfaithaught is want of faithall.
It is the little rift with the te,
That by and by will ake the ic ute,
And ever wideng slowly silence all.
The little rift with the lovers te,
Or little pitted speckgarnerd fruit,
That rottg ward slowly oulders all.
It is not worth the keepg, let it go;
But shall it?answer, darlg, answer, no.
And trtnot at all or allall.