But I Can't

Portrait of W. H. Auden
W. H. Auden 1907–1973

Time will say nothing but I told you so, / Time only knows the price we have to pay; / If I could tell you I would let you know./

If we should weep when clowns put on their show, / If we should stumble when musicians play, / Time will say nothing but I told you so./

There are no fortunes to be told, although, / Because I love you more than I can say, / If I could tell you I would let you know./

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow, / There must be reasons why the leaves decay; / Time will say nothing but I told you so./

Perhaps the roses really want to grow, / The vision seriously intends to stay; / If I could tell you I would let you know./

Suppose the lions all get up and go, / And the brooks and soldiers run away; / Will Time say nothing but I told you so? / If I could tell you I would let you know./ ~W.H. Auden (october 1940)

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