Author Josephine Preston Peabody I HAVE a word for you, For you, Sad-Heart, And pray you keep it till the dawn come true, And sorrow part. I never bid you doff A single care: But ever till to-morrow, O, put off ā Put off Despair! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments