Poems (Van Vorst)/To-morrow

by Marie Van Vorst

For works with similar titles, see To-morrow.

TO-MORROW

Where is all the sunlight gone
  Dearest heart and dearest?
Will it come again with dawn
  Dearest heart and dearest?
Will it, stealing after night,
Fold the waking hours, till bright
To-morrow breaks the clearest,
Best, of every day we've had
Fresh and gay and good and glad?
  Dearest heart—and dearest!