Dante Gabriel Rossetti - The Morrow's Message lyrics

'Thou Ghost,' I said, 'and is thy name To-day?— Yesterday's son, with such an abject brow!— And can To-morrow be more pale than thou?' While yet I spoke, the silence answered: 'Yea, Henceforth our issue is all grieved and grey, And each beforehand makes such poor avow As of old leaves beneath the budding bough Or night-drift that the sundawn shreds away.' Then cried I: 'Mother of many malisons, O Earth, receive me to thy dusty bed!' But therewithal the tremulous silence said: 'Lo! Love yet bids thy lady greet thee once:— Yea, twice,—whereby thy life is still the sun's; And thrice,—whereby the shadow of d**h is dead.'