Promise
- Through the moil and the gloom they have issued
To the steps of the upwinding hill,
- Where the sweet, dulcet pipes of tomorrow
In their preluding rhapsodies trill.
- With a thud comes a stir in the bosom,
As there steals on the sight from afar,
- Through a break of a cloud’s coiling shadow
- The gleam of a bright morning star!