7.If You Were Coming In The Fall
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
If only centuries delayed,
If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
If certain, when this life was out,
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
But now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
If certain, when this life was out,
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
But now, uncertain of the length
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
If I could see you in a year,
If You Were Coming In The Fall
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
But now, uncertain of the length
If You Were Coming In The Fall
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
If I could see you in a year,
If You Were Coming In The Fall
But now, uncertain of the length
If I could see you in a year,
If only centuries delayed,
If certain, when this life was out,
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