The picture of helpless indolence she calls herself sublimely helpless and impotent I had done living I thought Was ever life so like death before? M… - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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.

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.