If you were coming in the Fall I39;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 I39;d wind the months in balls- And put them each in separate Drawers, For fear the numbers fuse- If only Centuries, delayed, I39;d count them on my Hand,Subtracting, till my fingers droppedInto Van Dieman39;s Land. If certain. when this life was out- That yours and mine, should be I39;d toss it yonder, like a Rind, And take Eternity- But, now, uncertain of the length Of this, that is between,It goads me, like the Goblin Bee-That will not state - its sting.