I.

        ENOUGired, my    and I.

        e sit beside tohus,

        And wis name were carved for us.

        ts more tenderly

        types of the masons knife,

        As    life renehs life

        itired, my    and I.

        II.

        You see ired, my    and I.

        e dealt rusted men,

        And in our own blood drenche pen,

        As if suc fly.

        e ounes end,

        e loved too true to keep a friend ;

        At last ired, my    and I.

        III.

        ired we feel, my    and I !

        e seem of no use in the world ;

        Our fancies hang grey and uncurled

        About mens eyes indifferently ;

        Our voice w

        You sleep; our tears are only    :

        do we    and I ?

        IV.

        So tired, so tired, my    and I !

        It    t old time

        he lime

        to    the sky.

        `Dear love, youre looking tired, he said;

        I, smiling at him, shook my head :

        tis noired, my    and I.

        V.

        So tired, so tired, my    and I !

        takes me on his arm

        to fold me close and kiss me warm

        till ead in a sigh

        Of happy languor. Now, alone,

        e lean upon tone,

        Und I.

        VI.

        tired out we are, my    and I.

        Suppose t diadems

        to tempt us, crusted h loose gems

        Of po it try.

        e scarcely care to look at even

        A pretty child, ods blue heaven,

        e feel so tired, my    and I.

        VII.

        Yet w and I ?

        I

        Is little room for t :

        Disdain them by

        And if before the days grew rough

        e once were loved, used, -- well enough,

        I t and I.
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