To-morrow

I DREAM of a to-morrow, which to-morrow

Will be as distant then as ’tis to-day;

For Phœbus, who oft teases man with sorrow,

Will never turn his car to light my way.

So that I’m certain now that morning’s ray

Will never dawn; and, Phyllis, thou mayst borrow

Some other phrase from language for to-morrow,

And to-morrow, and to-morrow—but betray.

I called upon Dan Cupid (when I find

Sweet company I never walk alone),

And said, “Come with me, an you are inclined;

Let’s seek this maiden morrow, for I groan

Impatient.” Then I curse my eyes—they’re blind.

Oh, no, I will not curse them—they’re my own.