"Perhaps tomorrow, but not today.

I am young and life is long," she said;

And she smiled to herself and tossed her head—

She scarcely cared that he went away.

Perhaps tomorrow, but not today."

Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps today,"

She laughed; and the green things rose from bed

And lived their moment. But still she said,

Till the sky grew old and the world grew gray,

Perhaps tomorrow, but not today."

Neither tomorrow, nor yet today."

Night fell. She heard the voice and sped,

And followed his steps, till she found Love dead.

The forest muttered, as it would say,

Neither tomorrow, nor any day."