Poems of love
YOU left me, sweet, two legacies,—
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would
Had He the offer of;
You left me boundaries of pain 5
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.
[B]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, 5
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, 10
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, 15
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. 20[/B]