A novel – a small tale, generally of love
DR JOHNSON’S Dictionary

Now for a breath I tarry,
Nor yet disperse apart –
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
A.E. HOUSMAN

She comes not when Noon is on the roses –
    Too bright is Day.
She comes not to the Soul till it reposes
    From work and play.
But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices
    Roll in from sea
By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight
    She comes to me.
HERBERT TRENCH