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 BrowningMuch of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningWill that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningSouls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning