TILL TO-MORROW.

By Christina Georgina Rossetti

Long have I longed, till I am tired

Of longing and desire;

Farewell my points in vain desired,

My dying fire;

Farewell all things that die and fail and tire.

Springtide and youth and useless pleasure

And all my useless scheming,

My hopes of unattainable treasure,

Dreams not worth dreaming,

Glow-worms that gleam but yield no warmth in gleaming,

Farewell all shows that fade in showing:

My wish and joy stand over

Until to-morrow; Heaven is glowing

Through cloudy cover,

Beyond all clouds loves me my Heavenly Lover.