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! 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, @3"Dear, Dearest,"@1 -- and when Heaven sighs her secret in Earth's ear, Ah, tell me then! |