Christina Rossetti
Yet A Little While
I dreamed and did not seek: to-day I seek
                Who can no longer dream;
But now am all behindhand, waxen weak,
        And dazed amid so many things that gleam
                Yet are not what they seem.

I dreamed and did not work: to-day I work
                Kept wide awake by care
And loss, and perils dimly guessed to lurk;
        I work and reap not, while my life goes bare
                And void in wintry air.

I hope indeed; but hope itself is fear
                Viewed on the sunny side;
I hope, and disregard the world that's here,
        The prizes drawn, the sweet things that betide;
                I hope, and I abide.