[Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824.]
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! _5
We find the thing we fled--To-day.
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