Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?  
  When young and old, and strong and weak,  
  Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,  
  Thy sweet smiles we ever seek,--  
  In thy place--ah! well-a-day!  
  We find the thing we fled--To-day!
Poetical Works. - London, Moxon 1839 (ed. 1839)











