By Alfred Tennyson
Submitted by B.K.
Date: 2003 Mar 17
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from ~Idyls of The King~

In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours
Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal partners
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 lovers lute
Or little pitted speck in garnered 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