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Don'T Tell The World That You'Re Waiting For Me
(24 December 1818 – 23 September 1889 / London Road / Southwark / England)

Don'T Tell The World That You'Re Waiting For Me

THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love,
And still 'tis in vain that I ask thee to wed ;
I hear no reply but a gentle " Not yet, love,"
With a smile of your lip, and a shake of your head.
Ah ! how oft have I whispered, how oft have I sued thee,
And breathed my soul's question of " When shall it be ?"
You know, dear, how long and how truly I've wooed thee,
So don't tell the world that you're waiting for me.

I have fashioned a home, where the fairies might dwell, love,
I've planted the myrtle, the rose, and the vine ;
But the cottage to me is a mere hermit's cell, love,
And the bloom will be dull till the flowers are thine.
I've a ring of bright gold, which I gaze on when lonely,
And sigh with Hope's eloquence, " When will it be ?"
There needs but thy " Yes," love--one little word only,
So don't tell the world that you're waiting for me.

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Comments (17)

Great poem, and great remark on the poem, Aniruddha Pathak.
Amazing and lovely
Wow, what a lovely poem so brilliantly penned, full of frustration, but still filled with hope!
I've a ring of bright gold, which I gaze on when lonely, And sigh with Hope's eloquence, " When will it be? " ..///lovely poem penned
Yes, I won't tell anyone because of love, for love conquers the world.
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