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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Heart and I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.<br> We sit beside the headstone thus,<br> And wish that name were carved for us.<br> The moss reprints more tenderly<br> The hard types of the mason's knife,<br> As heaven's sweet life renews earth's life<br> With which we're tired, my heart and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br> You see we're tired, my heart and I.<br> We dealt with books, we trusted men,<br> And in our own blood drenched the pen,<br>As if such colours could not fly.<br> We walked too straight for fortune's end,<br> We loved too true to keep a friend ;<br>At last we're tired, my heart and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>How tired we feel, my heart and I !<br> We seem of no use in the world ;<br> Our fancies hang grey and uncurled<br>About men's eyes indifferently ;<br> Our voice which thrilled you so, will let<br> You sleep; our tears are only wet :<br>What do we here, my heart and I ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>So tired, so tired, my heart and I !<br> It was not thus in that old time<br> When Ralph sat with me 'neath the lime<br>To watch the sunset from the sky.<br> `Dear love, you're looking tired,' he said;<br> I, smiling at him, shook my head :<br>'Tis now we're tired, my heart and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>So tired, so tired, my heart and I !<br> Though now none takes me on his arm<br> To fold me close and kiss me warm<br>Till each quick breath end in a sigh<br> Of happy languor. Now, alone,<br> We lean upon this graveyard stone,<br>Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>Tired out we are, my heart and I.<br> Suppose the world brought diadems<br> To tempt us, crusted with loose gems<br>Of powers and pleasures ? Let it try.<br> We scarcely care to look at even<br> A pretty child, or God's blue heaven,<br>We feel so tired, my heart and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.<br>Yet who complains ? My heart and I ?<br> In this abundant earth no doubt<br> Is little room for things worn out :<br>Disdain them, break them, throw them by<br> And if before the days grew rough<br> We once were loved, used, -- well enough,<br>I think, we've fared, my heart and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Barrett+Browning">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a><div class=q>
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 ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
 We sit beside the headstone thus,
 And wish that name were carved for us.
 The moss reprints more tenderly
 The hard types of the mason's knife,
 As heaven's sweet life renews earth's life
 With which we..."></div>
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