WE are so tired, my heart and I. br Of all things here beneath the sky br One only thing would please us best-- br Endless, unfathomable rest. br br We are so tired; we ask no more br Than just to slip out by Life's door; br And leave behind the noisy rout br And everlasting turn about. br br Once it seemed well to run on too br With her importunate, fevered crew, br And snatch amid the frantic strife br Some morsel from the board of life. br br But we are tired. At Life's crude hands br We ask no gift she understands; br But kneel to him she hates to crave br The absolution of the grave.