Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон)

Nothing Is Enough!

No, though our all be spent—
Heart's extremest love,
Spirit's whole intent,
All that nerve can feel,
All that brain invent,—
Still beyond appeal
Will Divine Desire
Yet more excellent
Precious cost require
Of this mortal stuff,—
Never be content
Till ourselves be fire.
Nothing is enough! 

1. The Arras Road
2. The Porch of Stars
3. The Rain Was Ending, and Light
4. The Burning of the Leaves
5. To Women

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