| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | To-day | | By Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr (1825–1913) |
| | | WHAT dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day, | |
| That comes o’er the mountains with swift feet? | |
| All the young birds make haste thy steps to greet; | |
| And all the dewy roses of the May | |
| Turn red and white with joy. The breezes play | 5 |
| On their soft harps a welcome low and sweet; | |
| All nature hails thee, glad thy face to meet, | |
| And owns thy presence in a brighter ray. | |
| But my poor soul distrusts thee! One as fair | |
| As thou art, O To-day, drew near to me, | 10 |
| Serene and smiling, yet she bade me wear | |
| The sudden sackcloth of a great despair! | |
| O, pitiless! that through the wandering air | |
| Sent no kind warning of the ill to be! | | | | |
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