If you were coming in the fall
By Emily Dickson
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 centruies delayed
I&`&d count them on my hand
Substracting till my finger dropped
into Van Diemens 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 length of time's uncertain wing
It goads me like the goblin bee
That will not state its sting