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 flyIf I could see you in a year
I'd wind the months in balls
And put them each in separate drawers
Until their time befallsIf only centuries delayed
I'd count them on my hand
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman's landIf certain, when this life was out
That yours and mine should be
I'd toss it yonder like a rind
And taste eternityBut now, all ignorant of the lengths of time
Uncertain wing, it goads me like
The goblin bee
That will not state its stingIf only centuries delayed
I'd count them on my hand
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's landIf certain, when this life was out
That yours and mine should be
I'd toss it yonder like a rind
And taste eternityIf you were coming in the fall
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn
As housewives do a flyIf only centuries delayed
I'd count them on my hand
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's landIf certain, when this life was out
That yours and mine should be
I'd toss it yonder like a rind
And taste eternityIf 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