Two Pursuits

A voice said ‘Follow, follow’ : and I rose
       And followed far into the dreamy night,
       Turning my back upon the pleasant light.
It led me where the bluest water flows,
And would not let me drink : where the corn grows
       I dared not pause, but went uncheered by sight
       Or touch : until at length in evil plight
It left me, wearied out with many woes.
Some time I sat as one bereft of sense :
       But soon another voice from very far
              Called, ‘Follow, follow’ : and I rose again.
       Now on my night has dawned a blessed star :
              Kind and steady hands my sinking steps sustain,
And will not leave me till I shall go hence.

Christina Rossetti
12 April 1849

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