O SWEET To-morrow! - After to-day There will away This sense of sorrow. Then let us borrow Hope, for a gleaming Soon will be streaming, Dimmed by no gray - No gray! While the winds wing us Sighs from The Gone, Nearer to dawn Minute-beats bring us; When there will sing us Larks, of a glory Waiting our story Further anon - Anon! Doff the black token, Don the red shoon, Right and retune Viol-strings broken: Null the words spoken In speeches of rueing, The night cloud is hueing, To-morrow shines soon - Shines soon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RHODORA: ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER? by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO MY GRANDMOTHER; SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE BY MR. ROMNEY by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD by WALT WHITMAN CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |