I. <br /> <br />So, I shall see her in three days <br />And just one night, but nights are short, <br />Then two long hours, and that is morn. <br />See how I come, unchanged, unworn! <br />Feel, where my life broke off from thine, <br />How fresh the splinters keep and fine,--- <br />Only a touch and we combine! <br /> <br /> II. <br /> <br />Too long, this time of year, the days! <br />But nights, at least the nights are short. <br />As night shows where ger one moon is, <br />A hand's-breadth of pure light and bliss, <br />So life's night gives my lady birth <br />And my eyes hold her! What is worth <br />The rest of heaven, the rest of earth? <br /> <br /> III. <br /> <br />O loaded curls, release your store <br />Of warmth and scent, as once before <br />The tingling hair did, lights and darks <br />Outbreaking into fairy sparks, <br />When under curl and curl I pried <br />After the warmth and scent inside, <br />Thro' lights and darks how manifold--- <br />The dark inspired, the light controlled <br />As early Art embrowns the gold. <br /> <br /> IV. <br /> <br />What great fear, should one say, ``Three days <br />``That change the world might change as well <br />``Your fortune; and if joy delays, <br />``Be happy that no worse befell!'' <br />What small fear, if another says, <br />``Three days and one short night beside <br />``May throw no shadow on your ways; <br />``But years must teem with change untried, <br />``With chance not easily defied, <br />``With an end somewhere undescried.'' <br />No fear!---or if a fear be born <br />This minute, it dies out in scorn. <br />Fear? I shall see her in three days <br />And one night, now the nights are short, <br />Then just two hours, and that is morn.<br /><br />Robert Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-three-days/
