“NOT yet,” she cried, “not yet!
It is the dawning, and life looks so fair;
Give me my little hour of sun and dew.
Is it a sin that I should crave my share,
The common sunshine and the common air,
Before I go away, dark shade, with you?
Not yet!
“Not yet,” she cried, “not yet!
The day is hot, and noon is pulsing strong,