I looked for that which is not, nor can
be, |
And hope
deferred made my heart sick in truth : |
But years must pass before a hope of youth |
Is resigned utterly.
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I watched and waited with a steadfast
will : |
And though the
object seemed to flee away |
That I so
longed for, ever day by day |
I watched and waited still.
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Sometimes I said : ‘This thing shall be
no more ; |
My expectation
wearies and shall cease ; |
I will resign
it now and be at peace’: |
Yet never gave it o’er.
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Sometimes I said : ‘It is an empty name |
I long for ;
to a name why should I give |
The peace of
all the days I have to live ?’
― |
Yet gave it all the same.
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Alas, thou foolish one ! alike unfit |
For healthy
joy and salutary pain : |
Thou knowest
the chase useless, and again |
Turnest to follow it.
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Christina Rossetti |
Classic Poems |
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