We walked too straight for fortunes end,

With which were tired, my heart and I.

About mens eyes indifferently ;

Yet who complains ? My heart and I ?

Our voice which thrilled you so, will let

We scarcely care to look at even

As if such colours could not fly.

I think, w九-九-藏-書eve fared, my heart and I.

And in our own blood drenched the pen,

A pretty child, or Gods blue heaven,

We feel so tired, my heart and I.

As heavens sweet life renews earths life

Of powers and pleasures ? Let it try.

We seem of no use in the world ;

And if before the days grew rough

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II.

I.

To tempt us, crusted with loose gems

You sleep; our tears are only wet :

When Ralph sat with me neath the lime

IV.

VII.

We lean upon this graveyard stone,

Disdain them, break them, throw them by

I, smiling at him, shook my head :

VI.

Is little room for things worn out :

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V.

Tis now were tired, my heart and I.

Though now none takes me on his arm

`Dear love, youre looking tired, he said;

Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.

So tired, so tired, my heart and I !

Our fancies hang grey and uncurled

At last were tired, my heart and I.

The hard types of the 九*九*藏*書masons knife,

We once were loved, used, -- well enough,

The moss reprints more tenderly

III.

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Suppose the world brought diadems

In this abundant earth no doubt

To fold me close and kiss me warm

What do we here, my heart and I ?

How tired we feel, my heart and I !

Of happy languor. Now, areａd•99cｓw•cｏmlone,

We loved too true to keep a friend ;

We dealt with books, we trusted men,

And wish that name were carved for us.

To watch the sunset from the sky.

Till each quick breath end in a sigh

So tired, so tired, my heart and I !

We sit beside the headstone thus,

ENOUGH ! were tired, my heart and I.