Volume IV Part 26 (1/2)

X.

”He's sweetest friend or hardest foe, Best angel or worst devil; I either hate or ... love him so, I can't be merely civil!

XI.

”You trust a woman who puts forth Her blossoms thick as summer's?

You think she dreams what love is worth, Who casts it to new-comers?

XII.

”Such love's a cowslip-ball to fling, A moment's pretty pastime; _I_ give ... all me, if anything, The first time and the last time.

XIII.

”Dear neighbour of the trellised house, A man should murmur never, Though treated worse than dog and mouse, Till doated on for ever!”

MY HEART AND I.

I.

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.

II.

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.

III.

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?

IV.

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.

V.

So tired, so tired, my heart and I!