0, If you were coming in the fall;
1, I'd brush the summer by;
2, With half a smile and half a spurn;
3, As housewives do a fly.;
4, If I could see you in a year;
5, I'd wind the months in balls;
6, And put them each in separate drawers;
7, Until their time befalls.;
8, If only centuries delayed;
9, I'd count them on my hand;
10, Subtracting till my fingers dropped;
11, Into Van Diemen's land.;
12, If certain when this life was out;
13, That yours and mine should be;
14, I'd toss it yonder like a rind;
15, And taste eternity.;
16, But now all ignorant of the length;
17, Of time's uncertain wing;
18, It goads me like the goblin bee;
19, That will not state its sting.;
