Answer to a Lady's Verses on To-Morrow

As the gales, whilst your hand crops the flow'r-bending spray,
Bring you sweets which from flow'rs at a distance they borrow.
So ever for you, to the joys of to-day,
May hope add a taste of the joys of " To-morrow! "

But to me , lovely friend, worse than doubtful appears
Your " Improver of bliss, and dispeller of sorrow, "
Since, alas! it presents me no hopes and no fears —
My misfortune is sure — for I leave you to-morrow!
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