To-Morrow

I said, "To-morrow! " one bleak, winter day, —
"To-morrow I will live my life anew," —
And still " To-morrow! " while the winter grew
To spring, and yet I dallied by the way.
And sweet, dear Sins still held me in their sway.
"To-morrow!" I said, while summer days wore
through;
"To-morrow! " while chill autumn round me drew;

And so my soul remained the sweet Sins' prey.
So pass the years, and still, perpetually,
I cry, " To-morrow will I flee each wile;
To-morrow, surely, shall my soul stand free.
Safe from the siren voices that beguile!"
But Death waits by me, with a mocking smile,
And whispers, " Yea! To-morrow, verily!"