Classic Poem

To-Morrow

To-morrow, to-morrow, you insolent shadow,
You torture and tease me and strike at my soul;
But I shall go forward and leave you behind me,
A ghost unremembered when I'm at the goal.

To-morrow, to-morrow, you insolent shadow,
You torture and tease me and strike at my soul;
But I shall go forward and leave you behind me,
A ghost unremembered when I'm at the goal.English