I DREAM of to-morrow, which to-morrow
Will be as distant then as ’tis to-day;
For Phœbus, who oft teases man with sorrow,
Will never turn his car to light my way.
So that I’m certain now that morning’s ray
Will never dawn; and, Phyllis, thou mayst borrow
Some other phrase from language for to-morrow,
And to-morrow, and to-morrow — but betray.
I called upon Dan Cupid (when I find
Sweet company I never walk alone),
And said, “Come with me, an you are inclined;
Let’s seek this maiden morrow, for I groan
Impatient.” Then I curse my eyes — they’re blind.
Oh, no, I will not curse them — they’re my own.