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March 23, 2005
All in All
All in All, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers: 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 lover's lute, Or little pitted speck in garner'd 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.
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Posted on March 23, 2005 12:51 PM by Love P74.
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