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Not love's command / Could dry one league of sea; / Or even God's hand / Fold up one mile of land, / To bring you sooner unto me!
There are but three more days to climb -- / To-day, to-morrow, and its mate, / Till that day! . Did love know to wait / Would it be love? Not in my time / Or in my blood! / My thought, elate, / Swells like a rising sea to flood / Covering barren days between / And brings you (as love should) / Till you stand there -- my lord, my light, my good! . / Ere the frail screen / Of fancy falls to my embrace / Sudden, the spell snaps short to Fate! / Till that day -- when I see your face -- / There are still three dark days to climb, / To-day, to-morrow, and its mate.