As froth on the face of the deep,
As foam on the crest of the sea,
As dreams at the waking of sleep,
As gourd of a day and a night,
As harvest that no man shall reap,
As vintage that never shall be,
Is hope if it cling not aright
O my God, unto thee.Christina Rossetti
Love Christina Rossetti!
She’s my favorite. Got chills. ❤