Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti

A Pause of Thought

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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