"It is enough, enough," one said, At play among the flowers: "I spy a rose upon the thorn, A rainbow in the showers; I hear a merry chime of bells Ring out the passing hours." -- Soft springs the fountain From the daisied ground: Softly falling on the moss Without a sound. "It is enough," she said, and fixed Calm eyes upon the sky: "I watch a flitting tender cloud Just like a dove go by; A lark is rising from the grass; A wren is building night." -- Softly the fountain Threads its silver way, Screened by the scented bloom Of whitest may. "Enough?" she whispered to herself, As doubting: "Is it so? Enough to wear the roses fair? Oh sweetest flowers that blow: -- Oh yes, it surely is enough, My happy home below." -- A shadow stretcheth From the hither shore: Those waters darken More and more and more. "It is enough," she says; but with A listless, weary moan: "Enough," if mixing with her friends; "Enough," if left alone. But to herself: "Not yet enough, This suffering, to atone?" -- The cold black waters Seem to stagnate there; Without a single wave, Or breath of air. And now she says: "It is enough," Half languid and half stirred: "Enough," to silence and to sound, Thorn, blossom, soaring bird: "Enough," she says; but with a lack Of something in the word. -- Defiled and turbid See the waters pass; Half light, half shadow, Struggling thro' the grass. Ah, will it ever dawn, that day When calm for good or ill Her heart shall say: "It is enough, For Thou art with me still; It is enough, O Lord my God, Thine only blessed Will." -- Then shall the fountain sing And flow to rest; Clear as the sun track To the purple West. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. COMRADES by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON |