I deemed thy garments, O my Hope, were grey, <br />So far I viewed thee. Now the space between <br />Is passed at length; and garmented in green <br />Even as in days of yore thou stand'st to-day. <br />Ah God! and but for lingering dull dismay, <br />On all that road our footsteps erst had been <br />Even thus commingled, and our shadows seen <br />Blent on the hedgerows and the water-way. <br />O Hope of mine whose eyes are living love, <br />No eyes but hers,—O Love and Hope the same!— <br />Lean close to me, for now the sinking sun <br />That warmed our feet scarce gilds our hair above. <br />O hers thy voice and very hers thy name! <br />Alas, cling round me, for the day is done!<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xlii-hope-overtaken/
