TOMORROW

by: William Dean Howells (1837-1920)

      LD fraud, I know you in that gay disguise,
      That air of hope, that promise of surprise:
      Beneath your bravery, as you come this way,
      I see the sordid presence of Today;
      And I shall see there, before you are gone,
      All the dull Yesterdays that I have known.

"Tomorrow" is reprinted from Harper's Magazine, Volume 86, Issue 514 (March, 1893).

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