TELL me not of morrows, sweet; <br />All to-day is fair, and ours, <br />Thine and mine; <br />Mar not Now with needing more. <br />Neither speak of yesterdays; <br />Lose not Now with backward gaze, <br />Lingering on what went before. <br />Watch for all to-day's new flowers, <br />Mine and thine, <br />Else to-day were incomplete. <br /> <br />Nay, but speak of morrows, sweet; <br />Lest to-day seem loss of ours, <br />Thine and mine, <br />Leaving nought to come again. <br />Nay, but speak of yesterdays, <br />Lest, forgetting trodden ways, <br />We have trodden them in vain. <br />Make one love-time of all hours, <br />Mine and thine, <br />Else to-day were incomplete.<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-me-not-of-morrows-sweet/
