Poem by Walter Learned

Tomorrow

With half averted face she stood
And answered to his questioning eyes,
"'Tis nothing. It is but my mood;
'Tis not the day for sweet replies.

"Perchance tomorrow" —Ah, who knows
What fate may with tomorrow come?
For aye some questioning eyes may close,
Some lips may be forever dumb.

1. At the Sign of the Blind Cupid
2. Summer Wind
3. With a Spray of Apple Blossoms
4. Free
5. Time's Revenge

William Howells Tomorrow ("OLD fraud, I know you in that gay disguise")

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