Poems

Chapter 50: THREE DAYS MORE....

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A varied collection of lyric and narrative verse that moves between short songs, sonnets, rondels, and longer meditative pieces. Many poems use pastoral and seasonal imagery to celebrate fields, harvest, and the sensory life of the natural world while also acknowledging the hardships and dignity of rural labor. Recurring themes include love, absence, memory, and spiritual longing, treated with formal variety and musical language. The tone alternates between celebratory, elegiac, and reflective, blending vivid description with moral and emotional observation.

THREE DAYS MORE....

Not love’s command

Could dry one league of sea;

Or even God’s hand

Fold up one mile of land,

To bring you sooner unto me!

There are but three more days to climb—

To-day, to-morrow, and its mate,

Till that day!... Did love know to wait

Would it be love? Not in my time

Or in my blood!

My thought, elate,

Swells like a rising sea to flood

Covering barren days between

And brings you (as love should)

Till you stand there—my lord, my light, my good!...

Ere the frail screen

Of fancy falls to my embrace

Sudden, the spell snaps short to Fate!

Till that day—when I see your face—

There are still three dark days to climb,

To-day, to-morrow, and its mate.