In Three Days

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!     Too long, this time of year, the days!     But nights at least the nights are short.     As night shows where her one moon is,     A hands-breadth of pure light and bliss,     So lifes night gives my lady birth     And my eyes hold her! What is worth     The rest of heaven, the rest of earth?     O loaded curls, release your store     Of warmth and scent, as once before     The tingling hair did, lights and darks     Out-breaking 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 embrowned the gold.     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.