I.

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!

II.

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?

III.

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.

IV.

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.