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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO-MORROW, by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER Poet's Biography First Line: How heavy falls the foot of time Last Line: For there to-morrow is no more. | |||
How heavy falls the foot of Time! How slow the lingering quarters chime, Through anxious hours of long delay! In vain we watch the silent glass, More slow the sands appear to pass, While disappointment marks their way. To-morrow -- still the phantom flies, Flitting away before our eyes, Eludes our grasp, is pass'd and gone; Daughter of hope, Night o'er thee flings The shadow of her raven wings, And in the morning thou art flown! Delusive sprite! from day to day, We still pursue thy pathless way: Thy promise broken o'er and o'er, Man still believes, and is thy slave; Nor ends the chase but in the grave, For there to-morrow is no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTH AMERICAN DEATH SONG by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER REMEMBRANCE by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER THE LOT OF THOUSANDS by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER THE OCEAN GRAVE by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER TO MY DAUGHTER; ON BEING SEPARATED FROM HER ON HER MARRIAGE by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER |
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