Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone
It well may be that in a difficult hour
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release
Or nagged by want past resolution's power
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food
It well may be. I do not think I would
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone
It well may be that in a difficult hour
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release
Or nagged by want past resolution's power
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food
It well may be. I do not think I would
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