Better

I think today is better

      Than the days we used to know;

I like today’s red roses

      That about me bud and blow

Better than I liked the blossoms

      That bloomed in the yesteryear;

Better than the days off yonder

      Is the day that now is here.

And far better than today is

      Will tomorrow be, to me;

Cooler, sweeter will the shadows

      Spread themselves beneath the tree,

And tomorrow’s rose blush redder,

      Each bright petal dipped in dew;

Aye, tomorrow will be better

      For ‘twill bring me nearer you.

Every dawn that tints the heavens

      Is more roseate than the last;

Every day that finds me living

      Beats the other days just passed;

For it brings you nearer to me,

      And again, en silhouette,

We shall see the poplars standing,

      You shall know I love you yet.

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