Tell me not Now

Tell me not Now

By

William Watson

TELL me not now, if love for love
    Thou canst return,
Now while around us and above
    Day'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 feet
    Leave me to pine.
I would not have the gadding bird
    Hear from his bough ;
Nay, though I famish for a word,
    Tell me not now !

The Yellow Book—Vol. III. B

But

20 "Tell me not Now"

But when deep trances of delight
    All Nature seal ;
When round the world the arms of Night
    Caressing steal ;
When rose to dreaming rose says, "Dear,
    Dearest ;" and when
Heaven sighs her secret in Earth's ear,
    Ah, tell me then !





MLA citation: Watson, William. "Tell me not Now." The Yellow Book 3 (Oct. 1894): 19-20. The Yellow Nineties Online. Ed. Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra. Ryerson University, 2010. Web. [Date of access]. http://www.1890s.ca/HTML.aspx?s=YBV3_watson_tellme.html