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 .... 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.

Of writing many books there is no end.

I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

The essence of all beauty, I call love.

New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!