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 was called.

If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into the Golden Land.

But, now, I know not when to drop
The patience of Eternity -
It is too difficult to guess -
The time to leave my heart to rest.

Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor -
Tonight - in Thee!

In The Fall

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In The Fall

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