Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

To-morrow

Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?
When young and old, and strong and weak,
Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,
Thy sweet smiles we ever seek,—
In thy place—ah! well-a-day!
We find the thing we fled — To-day.

1. The Fitful Alternations of the Rain
2. Wine Of The Fairies
3. From the Arabic, an Imitation
4. I Would Not Be A King
5. Bereavement

Ada Cambridge (Cross) To-morrow ("The lighthouse shines across the sea")

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