NOT yet, not yet, Beloved! A delicate sad kiss in passing by, Dropt sprays of lily, and a wandering sigh! Forget, forget, Beloved, That Love has aught desirable but this,— The wistful lilies, the long sigh, the kiss. Ah, Sweet,—could Love give aught more strange than this? Not yet, not yet, my Dream! O luring perfume, dreaming sigh, faint kiss! That Love could weave another spell than this, Forget, forget, my Dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 5 by EZRA POUND MERLIN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON REMEMBERED WOMEN by CARL SANDBURG |