Merlin and Vivien

 

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.

 

Tennyson

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