Classic Poem

“To-morrow—to-morrow—to-morrow—”
It beats like a double refrain
That blends with a challenge to sorrow,
A burden of pain.

To-morrow—to-morrow—to-morrow
She said she would answer my prayer.
And shall I go gently, or borrow
A conquering air …

To-morrow—to-morrow—to-morrow
And every hour is a year.
'Tis night and the daylight is far—oh
That morning were here.