• A. E. Housman 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.
    Source: Last Poems (1922) No. 40, st. 1
    A. E. Housman
    British poet 1859-1936
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A. E. Housman - 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.
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. by : A. E. Housman
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forest 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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