Love's Sufficiency

If love be unsufificient, what avails?
If love abideth not, then what thing stays?
One prayed-to wearies as the one who prays;
The exquisite delight of passion fails;
No joy endures; the brightest beauty pales;
And though to art we give our nights and days,
We know our brows unworthy of their bays, —
Wreckt men whose eyes see visionary sails.

And is love insufficient, O my queen?
Did we not say, when in love's sweet control
We stood, each bound to each, " For what hath been
This hour suffices?" O beloved, see
It hath sufficed. Love's saving memory
Has interposed 'twixt ruin and my soul.