Elizabeth Barrett Browning - My Heart and I lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - My Heart and I lyrics]
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’re tired, my heart and I
You see we’re tired, my heart and I
We dealt with books, we trusted men
And in our own blood drenched the pen
As if such colours could not fly
We walked too straight
For fortune’s end
We loved too true to keep a friend
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
Our fancies hang grey and uncurled
About men’s eyes indifferently
Our voice which thrilled you so
Will let
You sleep our tears are only wet:
What do we here, my heart and I?
So tired, so tired, my heart and I!
It was not thus in that old time
When Ralph sat with me ’neath the lime
To watch the sunset from the sky
"Dear love, you’re looking tired
" he said
I, smiling at him, shook my head:
’T is 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 now, alone
We lean upon this graveyard stone
Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I
Tired out we are, my heart and I
Suppose the world brought diadems
To tempt us, crusted with loose gems
Of powers and pleasures? Let it try
We scarcely care to look at even
A pretty child, or God’s blue heaven
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:
Disdain them, break them, throw them by!
And if before the days grew rough
We once were loved, used, well enough
I think, we’ve fared, 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’re tired, my heart and I
You see we’re tired, my heart and I
We dealt with books, we trusted men
And in our own blood drenched the pen
As if such colours could not fly
We walked too straight
For fortune’s end
We loved too true to keep a friend
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
Our fancies hang grey and uncurled
About men’s eyes indifferently
Our voice which thrilled you so
Will let
You sleep our tears are only wet:
What do we here, my heart and I?
So tired, so tired, my heart and I!
It was not thus in that old time
When Ralph sat with me ’neath the lime
To watch the sunset from the sky
"Dear love, you’re looking tired
" he said
I, smiling at him, shook my head:
’T is 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 now, alone
We lean upon this graveyard stone
Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I
Tired out we are, my heart and I
Suppose the world brought diadems
To tempt us, crusted with loose gems
Of powers and pleasures? Let it try
We scarcely care to look at even
A pretty child, or God’s blue heaven
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:
Disdain them, break them, throw them by!
And if before the days grew rough
We once were loved, used, well enough
I think, we’ve fared, my heart and I