English poem
To-Morrow
by Marie Van Vorst (1867–1936)
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!