"Next year, next year," we say, When come to nought Our plans and projects gay, Our bright dreams, fraught With brighter hopes, that shine On that far rim Of life's horizon line, Where dreams lie dim And touched with morning dew -- "Next year, next year"; And while we plan anew The days grow sere. The year flies by, and lo! We've left behind The glory and the glow We hoped to find; And raised again the clew We meant to heed -- The cherished plan to do Some cherished deed. "Next year, next year!" Oh! why not now, Delaying soul, this year Keep word and vow? Oh! why not now and here, Why not today, Before another year Shall run away? Keep word and faith, or ere An hour's delay, Make good the promise fair, TODAY, TODAY! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST COUNTESS LAURA by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 8. THE CABLE HYMN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 22. 'TIS HONOURABLE TO BE LOVE'S MARTYR by PHILIP AYRES |