Christina Rossetti: Weary in Well-Doing

Weary in Well-Doing

I would have gone; God bade me stay:   I would have worked; God bade me rest. He broke my will from day to day,   He read my yearnings unexpressed     And said them nay.
Now I would stay; God bids me go:   Now I would rest; God bids me work. He breaks my heart tossed to and fro,   My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk     And vex it so. 
I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me;   Day after day I plod and moil: But, Christ my God, when will it be   That I may let alone my toil     And rest with Thee?