Robert Fuller Murray - Hope Deferred

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When the weary night is fled, And the morning sky is red, Then my heart doth rise and say, `Surely she will come to-day.' In the golden blaze of noon, `Surely she is coming soon.' In the twilight, `Will she come?' Then my heart with fear is dumb. When the night wind in the trees Plays its mournful melodies, Then I know my trust is vain, And she will not come again. Robert Fuller Murray poemhunter.com/poem/hope-deferred/