If You Were Coming In The Fall,

If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spum,
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.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (3)

......most wonderful. fall is a special time ★
i love love love this poem.her longing to see her lover, talks alot about how much she desires him.and the images she uses to describe that says it all
'With half a smile and half a spum' should be 'With half a smile and half a spurn'.