Hope Deferred
When the weary night is fled, And the morning sky is red, Then my heart doth rise and say, 'Surely she will come to-day.' In the golden blaze of noon, 'Surely she is coming soon.' In the twilight, 'Will she come?' Then my heart with fear is dumb. When the night wind in the trees Plays its mournful melodies, Then I know my trust is vain, And she will not come again.
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"When the weary night is fled,..."
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