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SOME DAY.
You smooth the tangles from my hair,
With gentle touch and tenderest care,
And count the years ere you shall mark
Bright silver threads among the dark,
Smiling, the while, to hear me say,
“You'll think of this again, some day,
Some day!”
With gentle touch and tenderest care,
And count the years ere you shall mark
Bright silver threads among the dark,
Smiling, the while, to hear me say,
“You'll think of this again, some day,
Some day!”
I do not scorn the power of time,
Nor count on years of fadeless prime;
But no white gleams will ever shine
Among these heavy locks of mine.
Ah, laugh as gaily as you may,
You'll think of this again, some day,
Some day!
Nor count on years of fadeless prime;
But no white gleams will ever shine
Among these heavy locks of mine.
Ah, laugh as gaily as you may,
You'll think of this again, some day,
Some day!
Some day I shall not feel, as now,
Your soft hand move about my brow;
I shall not slight your light commands,
And draw my tresses through your hands;
I shall be silent, and obey;
And you—you will not laugh, that day,—
Some day!
Your soft hand move about my brow;
I shall not slight your light commands,
And draw my tresses through your hands;
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And you—you will not laugh, that day,—
Some day!
I know how long your loving hands
Will linger with these glossy bands,
When you shall weave my latest crown
Of their thick masses, long and brown;
But you will see no touch of gray
Adown their shining length, that day,—
Some day!
Will linger with these glossy bands,
When you shall weave my latest crown
Of their thick masses, long and brown;
But you will see no touch of gray
Adown their shining length, that day,—
Some day!
And while your tears are falling hot
Upon the lips which answer not,
You'll take from these one treasured tress
And leave the rest to silentness,
Remembering that I used to say,
“You'll think of this again some day,—
Some day!”
Upon the lips which answer not,
You'll take from these one treasured tress
And leave the rest to silentness,
Remembering that I used to say,
“You'll think of this again some day,—
Some day!”
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