COME listen, O Love, to the voice of the dove, Come, hearken and hear him say, There are many To-morrows, my Love, my Love, -- There is only one To-day. And all day long you can hear him say This day in purple is rolled, And the baby stars of the milky-way -- They are cradled in cradles of gold. Now what is thy secret, serene gray dove, Of singing so sweetly alway? "There are many To-morrows, my Love, my Love, -- There is only one To-day." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY ANOTHER SPRING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SOUL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 25 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH SUBMARINE BADINAGE by BERTON BRALEY |