Love is enough: draw near and behold me <br />Ye who pass by the way to your rest and your laughter, <br />And are full of the hope of the dawn coming after; <br />For the strong of the world have bought me and sold me <br />And my house is all wasted from threshold to rafter. <br />--Pass by me, and hearken, and think of me not! <br /> <br />Cry out and come near; for my ears may not hearken, <br />And my eyes are grown dim as the eyes of the dying. <br />Is this the grey rack o'er the sun's face a-flying? <br />Or is it your faces his brightness that darken? <br />Comes a wind from the sea, or is it your sighing? <br />--Pass by me and hearken, and pity me not! <br /> <br />Ye know not how void is your hope and your living: <br />Depart with your helping lest yet ye undo me! <br />Ye know not that at nightfall she draweth near to me, <br />There is soft speech between us and words of forgiving <br />Till in dead of the midnight her kisses thrill through me. <br />--Pass by me and harken, and waken me not! <br /> <br />Wherewith will ye buy it, ye rich who behold me? <br />Draw out from your coffers your rest and your laughter, <br />And the fair gilded hope of the dawn coming after! <br />Nay this I sell not,--though ye bought me and sold me,-- <br />For your house stored with such things from threshold to rafter. <br />--Pass by me, I hearken, and think of you not!<br /><br />William Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-iv-draw-near-and-behold-me/
