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If you were coming in the Fall Emily Dickinson
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.