When Ralph sat with me neath the lime
As if such colours could not fly.
In this abundant earth no doubt
Our voice which thrilled you so, will let
The moss reprints more tenderly
We feel so tired, my heart and I.
I, smiling at him, shook my head :
`Dear love, youre looking tired, he said;
Tis now were tired, my heart and I.
To fold me close and kiss me warm
V.
We scarcely care to look at even
My Heart and I
You see were tired, my heart and I.
And wish that name were carved for us.
And if before the days grew rough
II.
and I.