No, no, do not beguile me, do not come

Between me and my ghost, that cannot move

Till you are gone,

And while you gossip must be dumb.

Do not believe I do not want your love,

Brother and sister, wife and son.

But I would be alone

Now, now and let him in,

Lest while I speak he is already flown,

Offended by the din

Of this half-uttered scarcely whispered plea

(So delicate is he).

No more, no more.

Let the great tidings stay unsaid,

For I must to the door,

And oh I dread

He may even now be gone

Or, when I open, will not enter in.