I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last -- Maybe I'll tell you then -- some other time. When the rose's flash to the sunset Reels to the wrack and the twist, And the rose is a red bygone, When the face I love is going And the gate to the end shall clang, And it's no use to beckon or say, "So long" -- Maybe I'll tell you then -- some other time. I never knew any more beautiful than you: I have hunted you under my thoughts, I have broken down under the wind And into the roses looking for you. I shall never find any greater than you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE MASTER-PLAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE JACOBITE ON TOWER HILL by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY |