Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
Some Day of Days
By Nora Perry (18311896)S
With idle, heedless pace,
Unlooking for such grace,
I shall behold your face!
Some day, some day of days, thus may we meet.
Or winter’s icy chill
Touch whitely vale and hill.
What matter? I shall thrill
Through every vein with summer on that day.
And for a moment there
I shall stand fresh and fair,
And drop the garment care;
Once more my perfect youth will nothing lack.
How face to face each soul
Will slip its long control,
Forget the dismal dole
Of dreary Fate’s dark separating sea;
The past with all its fears,
Its silences and tears,
Its lonely, yearning years,
Shall vanish in the moment of that meeting.