Poem by Digby Mackworth Dolben

Enough

When all my words were said,
 When all my songs were sung,
 I thought to pass among
The unforgotten dead,

A Queen of ruth to reign
 With her, who gathereth tears
 From all the lands and years,
The Lesbian maid of pain;

That lovers, when they wove
 The double myrtle-wreath,
 Should sigh with mingled breath
Beneath the wings of Love:

'How piteous were her wrongs,
 Her words were falling dew,
 All pleasant verse she knew,
But not the Song of songs.'

Yet now, O Love, that you
 Have kissed my forehead, I
 Have sung indeed, can die,
And be forgotten too.

1. Methought, through Many Years and Lands
2. Last Words
3. Flowers for the Altar
4. Homo Factus Est
5. Dinae Munusculum

Emily Dickinson Enough ("God gave a loaf to every bird")

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