O sweet To-morrow!—

   After to-day

   There will away

This sense of sorrow.

Then let us borrow

Hope, for a gleaming

Soon will be streaming,

   Dimmed by no gray—

      No gray!

While the winds wing us

   Sighs from The Gone,

   Nearer to dawn

Minute-beats bring us;

When there will sing us

Larks of a glory

Waiting our story

   Further anon—

      Anon!

Doff the black token,

   Don the red shoon,

   Right and retune

Viol-strings broken;

Null the words spoken

In speeches of rueing,

The night cloud is hueing,

   To-morrow shines soon—

      Shines soon!