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Some day -- not now; oh, ask me not again; / Impassioned, low, and deep, with wild regret; / Thy words but fill my heart with haunting pain -- / Some day, but oh, my friend -- not yet -- not yet.
Perchance when time hath wrought some wondrous change, / And fate hath swept her barriers away. / Then, lifted to some higher, freer range. / Thou may'st return and speak again -- some day.
Oh, leave me now -- do not so coldly turn! / Thou seest my very soul has suffered sore. / Adieu! But, oh, some day thou canst return / And bring that drygoods bill to me once more.