Shelley

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TO-MORROW
by Shelley


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 they place - ah! well-a-day !
We find the thing we fled - Today.

1821
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LINES

If I walk in Autumn's even
While the dead leaves pass,
If I look on Spring's soft heaven -
Something is not there which was.
Winter's wondrous frost and snow
Summer's clouds, where are they now ?

1821
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THE PAST.

Wilt thou forget the happy hours
Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers,
Heaping over their corpses sold,
Blossoms and leaves instead of mould ?
Blossoms which were the joys that fell
And leaves, the hopes that yet remain.

Forget the dead, the past ? O yet
There are ghosts that may take revenge for it,
Memories that make the heart a tomb,
Regrets which guide through the spirit's gloom,
And with ghastly whispers tell
That joy, once lost, is pain.
1818
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A SONG

A widow bird sate mourning for her love
Upon a wintry bough ;
The frozen wind crept on above
The freezing stream below.

There was no leaf upon the forst bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air,
Except the mill-wheel's sound.

1822