| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893. | | | | Flower-de-Luce | | To-morrow |
| | | ’T IS late at night, and in the realm of sleep | |
| My little lambs are folded like the flocks; | |
| From room to room I hear the wakeful clocks | |
| Challenge the passing hour, like guards that keep | |
| Their solitary watch on tower and steep; | 5 |
| Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, | |
| And through the opening door that time unlocks | |
| Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep. | |
| To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, | |
| Who cries to me: “Remember Barmecide, | 10 |
| And tremble to be happy with the rest.” | |
| And I make answer: “I am satisfied; | |
| I dare not ask; I know not what is best; | |
| God hath already said what shall betide.” | | | | |
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