MY HEART AND I

I.

1 ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
2 We sit beside the headstone thus,
3 And wish that name were carved for us.
4 The moss reprints more tenderly
5 The hard types of the mason's knife,
6 As heaven's sweet life renews earth's life
7 With which we're tired, my heart and I.

II.

8 You see we're tired, my heart and I.
9 We dealt with books, we trusted men,
10 And in our own blood drenched the pen,
11 As if such colours could not fly.
12 We walked too straight for fortune's end,
13 We loved too true to keep a friend ;
14 At last we're tired, my heart and I.

III.

15 How tired we feel, my heart and I !
16 We seem of no use in the world ;
17 Our fancies hang grey and uncurled
18 About men's eyes indifferently ;
19 Our voice which thrilled you so, will let
20 You sleep; our tears are only wet :
21 What do we here, my heart and I ?

IV.

22 So tired, so tired, my heart and I !
23 It was not thus in that old time
24 When Ralph sat with me 'neath the lime
25 To watch the sunset from the sky.
26 `Dear love, you're looking tired,' he said;
27 I, smiling at him, shook my head :
28 'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I.

V.

29 So tired, so tired, my heart and I !
30 Though now none takes me on his arm
31 To fold me close and kiss me warm
32 Till each quick breath end in a sigh
33 Of happy languor. Now, alone,
34 We lean upon this graveyard stone,
35 Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.

VI.

36 Tired out we are, my heart and I.
37 Suppose the world brought diadems
38 To tempt us, crusted with loose gems
39 Of powers and pleasures ? Let it try.
40 We scarcely care to look at even
41 A pretty child, or God's blue heaven,
42 We feel so tired, my heart and I.

VII.

43 Yet who complains ? My heart and I ?
44 In this abundant earth no doubt
45 Is little room for things worn out :
46 Disdain them, break them, throw them by
47 And if before the days grew rough
48 We once were loved, used, -- well enough,
49 I think, we've fared, my heart and I.