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.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningI love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningBut since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning