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.

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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?

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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!

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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

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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 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!

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And, like loveliness panting with wild desire

While it trembles with fear and delight,
Hesperus flies from awakening night,
And pants in its beauty and speed with light
Fast flashing, soft, and bright.

Thou beacon of love! thou lamp of the free!
Guide us far, far away,

To climes where now veiled by the ardour of day
Thou art hidden

From waves on which weary noon,

Faints in her summer swoon,

Between Kingless continents sinless as Eden,

Around mountains and islands inviolably

Prankt on the sapphire sea.

FINAL CHORUS FROM HELLAS.

THE world's great age begins anew,

The golden years return,

The earth doth like a snake renew

Her winter weeds outworn :

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Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam,

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Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.

A brighter Hellas rears its mountains

From waves serener far;

A new Peneus rolls his fountains

Against the morning-star.

Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep
Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.

A loftier Argo cleaves the main,

Fraught with a later prize;

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