TO-MORROW.

I.

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.

II.

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?

ΤΟ

I.

ONE word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it.

One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

II.

I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not

The worship the heart lifts above

And the Heavens reject not,

The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?

ΤΟ

I.

WHEN passion's trance is overpast,
If tenderness and truth could last
Or live, whilst all wild feelings keep
Some mortal slumber, dark and deep,
I should not weep, I should not weep!

II.

It were enough to feel, to see
Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly,

And dream the rest-and burn and be
The secret food of fires unseen,

Couldst thou but be as thou hast been.

III.

After the slumber of the year
The woodland violets re-appear,
All things revive in field or grove
And sky and sea, but two, which move
And form all others, life and love.

A BRIDAL SONG.'

I.

THE golden gates of Sleep unbar

Where Strength and Beauty met together

Three distinct versions of this poem appear to

Kindle their image like a star
In a sea of glassy weather.
Night, with all thy stars look down,-
Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,-
Never smiled the inconstant moon
On a pair so true.

Let eyes not see their own delight;—
Haste, swift Hour, and thy flight
Oft renew.

II.

Fairies, sprites, and angels keep her!
Holy stars, permit no wrong!
And return to wake the sleeper,
Dawn,-ere it be long!

Oh joy! oh fear! what will be done
In the absence of the sun!

Come along!

EPITHALAMIUM.

NIGHT, with all thine eyes look down!
Darkness shed its holiest dew!

When ever smiled the inconstant moon
On a pair so true?

Hence, coy hour! and quench thy light,
Lest eyes see their own delight!

Hence, swift hour! and thy loved flight
Oft renew.

Boys.

Oh joy! oh fear! what may be done
In the absence of the sun?

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have been made. The one placed last of the three in this edition was contributed by Shelley to a play by Edward Williams.-ED.

Come along!

The golden gates of sleep unbar!

When strength and beauty meet together, Kindles their image like a star

In a sea of glassy weather.

Hence, coy hour! and quench thy light,
Lest eyes see their own delight!

Hence, swift hour! and thy loved flight
Oft renew.

GIRLS.

Oh joy! oh fear! what may be done
In the absence of the sun?

Come along!

Fairies! sprites! and angels keep her!
Holiest powers, permit no wrong!
And return, to wake the sleeper,

Dawn, ere it be long.

Hence, swift hour! and quench thy light,
Lest eyes see their own delight!

Hence, coy hour! and thy loved flight

Oft renew.

BOYS AND GIRLS.

Oh joy! oh fear! what will be done

In the absence of the sun?

Come along!

ANOTHER VERSION.

BOYS SING.

NIGHT! with all thine eyes look down!
Darkness! weep thy holiest dew!
Never smiled the inconstant moon
On a pair so true.

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Haste, coy hour! and quench all light,
Lest eyes see their own delight!
Haste, swift hour! and thy loved flight
Oft renew!

GIRLS SING.

Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her!
Holy stars! permit no wrong!
And return to wake the sleeper,
Dawn, ere it be long!

Oh joy! oh fear! there is not one
Of us can guess what may be done
In the absence of the sun :—

Come along!

Boys.

Oh! linger long, thou envious eastern lamp
In the damp

Caves of the deep!

GIRLS.

Nay, return, Vesper! urge thy lazy car!

Swift unbar

The gates of Sleep!

CHORUS.

The golden gate of Sleep unbar,

When Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image, like a star

In a sea of glassy weather.

May the purple mist of love

Round them rise, and with them move,

Nourishing each tender gem

Which, like flowers, will burst from them.

As the fruit is to the tree

May their children ever be!

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