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Never Enough of Living

Never, my heart, is there enough of living,
Since only in thee is loveliness so sweet pain;
Only for thee the willows will be giving
Their quiet fringes to the dreaming river;
Only for thee so the light grasses ever
Are hollowed by the print of windy feet,
And breathe hill weather on the misty plain;
And were no rapture of them in thy beat,
For every hour of sky
Stillborn in gladness would the waters wear
Colors of air translucently,
And the stars sleep there.

Gently, my heart, nor let one moment ever
Be spilled from the brief fullness of thine urn.
Plunge in its exultation star and star,
Sea and plumed sea in turn.
O still, my heart, nor spill this moment ever.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on January 2, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem


“Never Enough of Living” originally appeared in Those Not Elect (R. M. McBride, 1925).

Author


Léonie Adams

Born in 1899 in Brooklyn, New York, Léonie Adams graduated from Barnard College in 1922.

Date Published: 1925-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/never-enough-living