Classic Poem

Ah, no — ah, no!
Draw me not yet out of the friendly light
Into the alien peril-haunted night.

I would not go:
Still to the ingle-glow my spirit clings:
So loose your treacherous spell of wailing strings.

Too soon, I know,
My soul must follow on reluctant wings:
But leave me still a little in the light:
Not yet into the night, not yet — ah no,
Not yet into the night!