Back to poetry this week, from “A Pause of Thought” by Christina Georgina Rossetti.
Sometimes I said: This thing shall be no more;
My expectation wearies and shall cease;
I shall 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.