I cannot tell you now;
  When the wind's drive and whirl
  Blow me along no longer,
  And the wind's a whisper at last--
Maybe I'll tell you then--
      some other time.


  When the rose's flash to the sunset
  Reels to the rack and the twist,
  And the rose is a red bygone,
  When the face I love is going
  And the gate to the end shall clang,
  And it's no use to beckon or say, "So long"--
Maybe I'll tell you then--
      some other time.


I never knew any more beautiful than you:
  I have hunted you under my thoughts,
  I have broken down under the wind
  And into the roses looking for you.
    I shall never find any
      greater than you.