ENOUGH.

Did he forget?... I do not remember,

All I had of him once I still have to-day;

He was lovely to me as the word “amber,”

As the taste of honey and as the smell of hay.

What if he forget if I remember?

What more of love have you than I to say?

I have and hold him still in the word “amber,”

Taste of honey brings him, he comes back with the hay.