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

About mens eyes indifferently ;

With which were tired, my heart and I.

We dealt with books, we trusted men,

When Ralph sat with me neath the lime

You see were tired, my heart and I.

And if before the days grew rough

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Disdain them, break them, throw them by

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How tired we feel, my heart and I !

Tis now were tired, my heart and I.

I, smiling at him, shook my head :

Is little room for things worn out :

Of happy languor. Now, alone,

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Though now none takes me on his arm

We loved too true to keep a friend ;

A pretty child, or Gods blue heaven,

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VI.

As heavens sweet life renews earths life

We feel so tired, my heart and I.

Our voice which thrilled you so, will let

Suppose the world brough

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We sit beside the headstone thus,

So tired, so tired, my heart and I !

IV.

Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.

To fold me close and kiss me warm

To watch the sunset from the sky.

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At last were tired, my heart and I.

It was not thus in that old time

The hard types of the masons knife,

And wish that name were carved for us.

I think, weve fared, my heart and I.

We seem of no use in the world ;

We lean upon this graveyard stone,

So tired, so tired, my heart and I !

In this abundant earth no doubt

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As if such colours could not fly.

Tired out we are, my heart and I.

You sleep; our tears are only wet :

We walked too straight for fortunes end,

Our fancies hang grey and uncurled

ENOUGH ! were tired, my heart and I.

`Dear love, youre looking tired, he said;

Yet who complains ? My heart and I ?