• So, I shall see her in three days
    And just one night, but nights are short,
    Then two long hours, and that is morn.
    See how I come, unchanged, unworn!
    Feel, where my life broke off from thine,
    How fresh the splinters keep and fine---
    Only a touch and we combine!

    Too long, this time of year, the days!
    But nights, at least the nights are short.
    As night shows where ger one moon is,
    A hand's-breadth of pure light and bliss,
    So life's night gives my lady birth
    And my eyes hold her! What is worth
    The rest of heaven, the rest of earth?

    O loaded curls, release your store
    Of warmth and scent, as once before
    The tingling hair did, lights and darks
    Outbreaking into fairy sparks,
    When under curl and curl I pried
    After the warmth and scent inside,
    Thro' lights and darks how manifold---
    The dark inspired, the light controlled
    As early Art embrowns the gold.

    What great fear, should one say, "Three days
    "That change the world might change as well
    "Your fortune; and if joy delays,
    "Be happy that no worse befell!''
    What small fear, if another says,
    "Three days and one short night beside
    "May throw no shadow on your ways;
    "But years must teem with change untried,
    "With chance not easily defied,
    "With an end somewhere undescried.''
    No fear!---or if a fear be born
    This minute, it dies out in scorn.
    Fear? I shall see her in three days
    And one night, now the nights are short,
    Then just two hours, and that is morn. crying