POEMS OF JAMES RYDER RANDALL
After a little while,
The snow will fall from time and trial shocks
Down these dark locks;
Then gliding onward to the Golden Isle,
I pass the rocks,
After a little while.
After a little while,
Perchance, when youth is blazoned on my brow,
As Hope is now,
I fade and quiver in this dim defile,
A fruitless bough,
After a little while.
After a little while,
And clouds that shimmer on the robes of June
And vestal moon,
No more my vagrant fancies can beguile—
I slumber soon,
After a little while.
After a little while,
The birds will serenade in bush and tree,
But not for me;
On billows duskier than the gloomy Nile
My barque must be—
After a little while.
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