Nothing Is Enough Poem by Paul Reed

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!

Laurence Binyon

Stand under each sheltering tree
While you can still stand,
Sing with the morning chorus
And it's merry band,
Look at the hilltop view
While you can still look,
While words still have a meaning
Listen to the babbling brook,
Catch all the raindrops
Let them run down your face,
Feel the breeze as it goes by
Or the dawning mist's last trace,
Be content, be content
Breathe the morning air
It may seem as nothing
But everything is there.