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, For fear the numbers fuse- If only Centuries, delayed, I'd count them on my Hand, Subtracting, till my fingers dropped Into Van Dieman's Land. If certain, when this life was out- That yours and mine, should be- I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind, And take Eternity- But, now, uncertain of the length Of this, that is between, It goads me, like the Goblin Bee- That will not state-its sting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORN-LAW HYMN by EBENEZER ELLIOTT THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FOR [OR TO] THOSE WHO FAIL by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE BALLAD OF CHICKAMAUGA [SEPTEMBER 19-20, 1863] by JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |