And you have me and I have you, <br />When there are roses all the way, <br />And April days and nights of May, <br />And life is joy the whole day long-- <br />Not now can passion flower in song. <br /> <br /> <br />But in the dark days by-and-by, <br />When, deep divided, you and I, <br />Shivering among the rose-thorns bare, <br />At last confess what fools we were; <br />Then, neatly wired, a nosegay fine <br />Shall deck your heart--O heart of mine!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-now-when-skies-are-gold-and-blue/
