EVENSONG
Reading edition
Lay away the story,— Though the theme is sweet, There's a lack of something yet, Leaves it incomplete:— There's a nameless yearning— Strangely undefined— For a story sweeter still Than the written kind. Therefore read no longer— I've no heart to hear But just something you make up, O my mother dear.— With your arms around me, Hold me, folded-eyed,— Only let your voice go on— I'll be satisfied.
"Therefore read no longer."
