I will have better days again:

The dawn between the trembling boughs

Will end this lonesome night of pain

And grow familiar in my house

I will have better days erelong

When I will break to sudden bloom,

And I will break to sudden song

Out of the silence and the gloom.

I know that I will soon arise

Out of this long unhappy night

When in my hands and mouth and eyes

There will be power and love and light.

But if out of this world of men

I slip and pass on death’s lone ways

Robed in the flowerless dust,–why then,–

I surely will have better days!