Lyric Poem · Love
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.
This poem is in the public domain.
“To-Morrow” by Percy Bysshe Shelley — quilloak.com/poems/to-morrow
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