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To-Day
I live but in the present, where art thou?
Hast thou a home in some past future year?
I call to thee from every leafy bough,
But thou art far away and canst not hear.
Hast thou a home in some past future year?
I call to thee from every leafy bough,
But thou art far away and canst not hear.
Each flower lifts up its red or yellow head,
And nods to thee as thou art passing by;
Hurry not on, but stay thine anxious tread,
And thou shalt live with me, for there am I.
And nods to thee as thou art passing by;
Hurry not on, but stay thine anxious tread,
And thou shalt live with me, for there am I.
The stream that murmurs by thee, heed its voice,
Nor stop thine ear, 'tis I that bid it flow;
And thou with its glad waters shall rejoice,
And of the life I live within them know.
Nor stop thine ear, 'tis I that bid it flow;
And thou with its glad waters shall rejoice,
And of the life I live within them know.
And hill, and grove, and flowers, and running stream,
When thou dost live with them, shall look more fair;
And thou awake as from a cheating dream,
The life to-day with me and mine to share.
When thou dost live with them, shall look more fair;
And thou awake as from a cheating dream,
The life to-day with me and mine to share.
Poem No. 241; summer 1839
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