Song of Hope
O sweet To-morrow!—After to-dayThere will awayThis sense of sorrow.Then let us borrowHope, for a gleamingSoon will be streaming,Dimmed by no gray—No gray!
While the winds wing usSighs from The Gone,Nearer to dawnMinute-beats bring us;When there will sing usLarks of a gloryWaiting our storyFurther anon—Anon!
Doff the black token,Don the red shoon,Right and retuneViol-strings broken;Null the words spokenIn speeches of rueing,The night cloud is hueing,To-morrow shines soon—Shines soon!
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