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 youthIs resigned utterly.I watched and waited with a steadfast will: And, tho' the object seemed to fly awayThat 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 nameI long for; to a name why should I giveThe peace of all the days I have to live?'-Yet gave it all the same. Alas! Thou foolish one,- alike unfitFor healthy joy and salutary pain, Thou knowest the chase useless, and againTurnest to follow it.