All in All
Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,
and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers:
in aught is want of faith in all.
is the little rift within the lute,
by and by will make the music mute,
ever widening slowly silence all.
little rift within the lover's lute,
little pitted speck in garner'd fruit,
rotting inward slowly moulders all.
is not worth the keeping: let it go:
shall it? answer, darling, answer, no.
trust me not at all or all in all.
Alfred Lord Tennyson