And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Italy/Is one thing, England one.

The wisest word man reaches is the humblest he can speak.

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.