With wilder'd brow and wonderment,
Then gazed against the cooling wood.
And she beside him gazed at this,
Then turn'd her great, sad eyes to his;
He shook his head and look'd away,
Then sadly smiled, and still did say,
"To-morrow, child, another day."
O thou to-morrow! Mystery!
O day that ever runs before!
What has thine hidden hand in store