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 tenderlyThe hard types of the mason’s knife,As Heaven’s sweet life renews earth’s lifeWith which we’re tired, my heart and I ….In this abundant earth no doubtIs little room for things worn out:Disdain them, break them, throw them by!And if before the days grew roughWe once were loved, used, – well enough,I think, we’ve fared, my heart and 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 tenderlyThe hard types of the mason’s knife,As Heaven’s sweet life renews earth’s lifeWith which we’re tired, my heart and I ….In this abundant earth no doubtIs little room for things worn out:Disdain them, break them, throw them by!And if before the days grew roughWe once were loved, used, – well enough,I think, we’ve fared, my heart and I.
