O, GO not yet -- not yet! Night veils her myriad stars, As now wide-shimmering bars Of level moonlight flit Far o'er the glistering sea, And light, dear heart, on thee, -- O, go not yet -- not yet! O, go not yet -- not yet! The moonlit air falls cold, But we, under this old Grey oak and tall elm, sit Warm with love's passion-heat Hearing our hearts beat, beat; -- O, go not yet -- not yet! O, go not yet -- not yet! I would this were each night, -- That round thy neck snow-white, These arms should ne'er unknit; Come quickly, happy day, When I shall not need say, -- O, go not yet -- not yet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE POOR-HOUSE by SARA TEASDALE CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 6. TO WILLIAM HALL, ESQ., WITH THE WORKS OF CHAULIEU by MARK AKENSIDE THE LONELY WALK by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS TAKE YOUR CHOICE: NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY WOULD SPEAK ... THIS MANNER by BERTON BRALEY |