"Tell me not Now"
By William Watson
Tell me not now, if love for loveThou canst return,—Now while around us and aboveDay's flambeaux burn.Not in clear noon, with speech as clear,Thy heart avow,For every gossip wind to hear;Tell me not now!
Tell me not now the tidings sweet,The news divine;A little longer at thy feetLeave me to pine.I would not have the gadding birdHear from his bough;Nay, though I famish for a word,Tell me not now!
The Yellow Book—Vol. III.
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