What Day?

What day may come when I shall smile?

What joy will rise and be worthwhile?

The dream I hide will not wake-

The secret keeping is hard to take.

Who can know the tale in my heart deep-

Of the dream I carry in my sleep?

Who shall be the one to tell-

And show me that all is well?

The day will see itself come undone-

And rise against the morning sun

And I will dream a dream no more-

And find myself closing the door

Behind me shall the sleeping dream wake

And give me freedom that I shall take......