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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 centuries delayed, / I'd count them on my hand, / 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, / 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.