Poem by William Dean Howells

Tomorrow

OLD fraud, I know you in that gay disguise,
That air of hope, that promise of surprise:
Beneath your bravery, as you come this way,
I see the sordid presence of Today;
And I shall see there, before you are gone,
All the dull Yesterdays that I have known. 

1. What Shall It Profit?
2. The Song the Oriole Sings
3. Vision
4. A Poet
5. By the Sea

Walter Learned Tomorrow ("With half averted face she stood")

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