If you were coming in the fall

If you were coming in the Fall,

I'd brush the Summer

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, til my fingers

Into Van Dieman's Land,

If certain, when this life was out---That yours and mine, should beI'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,

And take Eternity---But, now, uncertain of the

Of this, that is between,

It goads me, like the Goblin Bee---That will not state--- its sting.