‘Tell me not here, it needs not saying’  16219

  • Poem
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  • first line (public domain):
    Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
         What tune the enchantress plays
    In aftermaths of soft September
         Or under blanching mays,
    For she and I were long acquainted
         And I knew all her ways.
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Locations in Harold's Library

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