You never give a look, not you, Nor drop him a "Good morning," To keep his long day warm and blue, So fretted by your scorning. V. She shook her head--"The mouse and bee For crumb or flower will linger: The dog is happy at my knee, The cat purrs at my finger. VI. "But _he_ ... to _him_, the least thing given Means great things at a distance; He wants my world, my sun, my heaven, Soul, body, whole existence. VII. "They say love gives as well as takes; But I'm a simple maiden,-- My mother's first smile when she wakes I still have smiled and prayed in. VIII. "I only know my mother's love Which gives all and asks nothing; And this new loving sets the groove Too much the way of loathing. IX. "Unless he gives me all in change, I forfeit all things by him: The risk is terrible and strange-- I tremble, doubt, ... deny him. X. "He's sweetest friend or hardest foe, Best angel or worst devil; I either hate or ... love him so, I can't be merely civil! XI. "You trust a woman who puts forth Her blossoms thick as summer's? You think she dreams what love is worth, Who casts it to new-comers? XII. "Such love's a cowslip-ball to fling, A moment's pretty pastime; _I_ give ... all me, if anything, The first time and the last time. XIII. "Dear neighbour of the trellised house, A man should murmur never, Though treated worse than dog and mouse, Till doated on for ever!" MY HEART AND I. I. 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. II. You see we're tired, my heart and I. We dealt with books, we trusted men, And in our own blood drenched the pen, As if such colours could not fly. We walked too straight for fortune's end, We loved too true to keep a friend; At last we're tired, my heart and I. III. How tired we feel, my heart and I! We seem of no use in the world; Our fancies hang grey and uncurled About men's eyes indifferently; Our voice which thrilled you so, will let You sleep; our tears are only wet: What do we here, my heart and I? IV. So tired, so tired, my heart and I! It was not thus in that old time When Ralph sat with me 'neath the lime To watch the sunset from the sky. "Dear love, you're looking tired," he said; I, smiling at him, shook my head: 'T is now we're tired, my heart and I. V. So tired, so tired, my heart and I! Though now none takes me on his arm To fold me close and kiss me warm Till each quick breath end in a sigh Of happy languor. Now, alone, We lean upon this graveyard stone, Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I. VI.