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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

Some Day of Days

By Nora Perry (1831–1896)

[Born in Dudley, Mass., 1831. Died there, 1896. After the Ball, and Other Poems. 1875.]

SOME day, some day of days, threading the street

With idle, heedless pace,

Unlooking for such grace,

I shall behold your face!

Some day, some day of days, thus may we meet.

Perchance the sun may shine from skies of May,

Or winter’s icy chill

Touch whitely vale and hill.

What matter? I shall thrill

Through every vein with summer on that day.

Once more life’s perfect youth will all come back,

And for a moment there

I shall stand fresh and fair,

And drop the garment care;

Once more my perfect youth will nothing lack.

I shut my eyes now, thinking how ’twill be,—

How face to face each soul

Will slip its long control,

Forget the dismal dole

Of dreary Fate’s dark separating sea;

And glance to glance, and hand to hand in greeting,

The past with all its fears,

Its silences and tears,

Its lonely, yearning years,

Shall vanish in the moment of that meeting.