Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 4. 6. “I Count My Time by Times That I Meet Thee”

I count my time by times that I meet thee;
⁠     These are my yesterdays, my morrows, noons,
     ⁠And nights; these my old moons and my new moons
     ⁠Slow fly the hours, or fast the hours do flee,
If thou art far from or art near to me;
     ⁠If thou art far, the bird tunes are no tunes;
⁠     If thou art near, the wintry days are Junes—
⁠     Darkness is light, and sorrow cannot be.
Thou art my dream come true, and thou my dream;
⁠     The air I breathe, the world wherein I dwell;
     My journey's end thou art, and thou the way;
Thou art what I would be, yet only seem;
⁠     Thou art my heaven and thou art my hell;
     ⁠Thou art my ever-living judgment-day. 

1. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”
2. The New Day. Part 3. 12. Denial
3. The New Day. Part 3. 19. Thistle-Down
4. The New Day. Part 4. 4. Song (Not from the whole wide world I chose thee)
5. The New Day. Part 3. 22. The Lover's Lord and Master

Print

1132 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version