To-morrow

(Macedonius)

T O-MORROW ? Then your one word left is always now the same:
And that's a word that names a day that has no more a name.
To-morrow, I have learned at last, is all you have to give:
The rest will be another's now, as long as I may live.
You will see me in the evening? — And what evening has there been,
Since time began with women, but old age and wrinkled skin?
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