  T TO-DAY is mine; I hold it fast, Hold it and use it as I may, Unmindful of the shadow cast By that dim thing called Yesterday. To-morrow hovers just before, A bright-winged shape, and lures me on, Till in my zeal to grasp and know her, I drop To-day,—and she is gone. The bright wings captured lose their light: To-morrow weeps, and seems to say, “I am To-day,—ah, hold me tight! Erelong I shall be Yesterday.” |
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