《If You Were Coming in the Fall》
If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls —
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls —
If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand —
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's land.
If certain, when this life was out —
That yours and mine should be —
I'd toss it yonder like a rind —
And taste eternity —
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's uncertain wing —
It goads me, like the goblin bee —
That will not state its sting.