Hope deferred

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.

Robert Fuller Murray

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  1. that is both beautiful and sad.  Just popped in to wish you a happy and peaceful weekend.  Take care of yourself <hug> xxx

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