Not Now, When Skies Are Gold And Blue

And you have me and I have you,

When there are roses all the way,

And April days and nights of May,

And life is joy the whole day long--

Not now can passion flower in song.

But in the dark days by-and-by,

When, deep divided, you and I,

Shivering among the rose-thorns bare,

At last confess what fools we were;

Then, neatly wired, a nosegay fine

Shall deck your heart--O heart of mine!