Song Of Hope

by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

O sweet To-morrow! -
After to-day
There will away
This sense of sorrow.
Then let us borrow
Hope, for a gleaming
Soon will be streaming,
Dimmed by no gray -
No gray!

While the winds wing us
Sighs from The Gone,
Nearer to dawn
Minute-beats bring us;
When there will sing us
Larks of a glory
Waiting our story
Further anon -
Anon!

Doff the black token,
Don the red shoon
Right and returned
Viol strings broken;
Null the words spoken
In speeches of rueing,
The night cloud is hueing, 
Tomorrow shines soon -
Shines soon!