MY HEART AND I
Enough![g1] we're tired, my heart [g2]and I.[g3]
We sit beside the headstone[g4] thus[g5],
And wish that
name were carved for us[g6].
The moss reprints more tenderly
The hard types of the mason's knife[g7][g8],
As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life[g9]
With which we're tired, my heart and I.
You [g10]see we're tired, my heart and I.
We dealt with books[g11], we trusted men,
And in our own blood drenched the pen[g12],
As if such colors could not fly[g13].
We walked too straight for fortune's[g14] end[g15],
We loved too true to keep a friend[g16];
At last we're tired, my heart and I.
How tired we
feel, my heart and I
We seem of no use in the world[g17];
Our fancies [g18]hang gray [g19]and uncurled[g20]
About men's eyes indifferently[g21];
Our voice which thrilled you so, will let
You sleep; our tears are only wet[g22]:
What do we here[g23], my heart and I?
So tired, so
tired, my heart and I!
It was not thus in that old time
When Ralph [g24]sat with me 'neath
the lime[g25]
To watch the
sunset from the sky.
"Dear love, you're looking tired," he[g26] said[g27]:
I, smiling at
him, shook my head[g28].
'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I.
So tired, so
tired, my heart and I!
Though now none takes me on his arm
To fold me close and kiss me warm
Till each quick breath end in a sigh
Of happy
languor[g29]. Now, alone,
We[g30] lean upon this graveyard
stone,
Uncheered, unkissed[g31], my heart and I.
Tired out we
are, my heart and I.
Suppose the world brought diadems[g32]
To tempt us,
crusted with loose gems
Of powers and pleasures? [g33]Let it try[g34].
We scarcely [g35]care to look at even
A
pretty child, or God's blue [g36]heaven[g37],
We feel so tired, my heart and I.
Yet who complains?
My heart and I?
In this abundant earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out[g38]:
Disdain them, break them, throw them[g39] by[g40]!
And if before
the days grew rough
We once [g41]were loved, used,
- well enough,
I think, we've fared[g42], my heart and I.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning [1806-1861]
