COME listen, O Love, to the voice of the dove, Come, hearken and hear him say, There are many To-morrows, my Love, my Love, -- There is only one To-day. And all day long you can hear him say This day in purple is rolled, And the baby stars of the milky-way -- They are cradled in cradles of gold. Now what is thy secret, serene gray dove, Of singing so sweetly alway? "There are many To-morrows, my Love, my Love, -- There is only one To-day." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON WINGED MAN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE ETERNAL JUSTICE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH ST. AGNES' MORNING by MAXWELL ANDERSON THE YEARS TO BE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET INAUGURATION SONNET: WILLIAM JEWETT TUCKER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |