"Tomorrow," he said. "Tomorrow
I will love her.
Tomorrow I will leave my work
My petty likes
My false delights.
But today I need them
Just for now I'll keep them
Until I turn into a man
Worthy of her love."

"Tomorrow," she sighed. "Tomorrow
He will love me.
Tomorrow he will hold my heart
My petty heart
In manly hands.
But today he shuns me.
The pain of it undoes me.
For now I'll think of yesterday
And try to understand."

"Tomorrow," Fate said. "Tomorrow
Should be sweeter.
Tomorrow love would have It's way
Bring soft delight
Tomorrow might.
But today burns fiercely -
For her, has desperate meaning.
I'd change it oh! so gladly; but
Tomorrow she must die."