Author Christina Georgina Rossetti What will it be, O my soul, what will it be To touch the long-raced-for goal, to handle and see, To rest in the joy of joys, in the joy of the blest, To rest and revive and rejoice, to rejoice and to rest! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments