Dramatic Lyrics, by Robert Browning

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 ger one moon is,

A hand’s-breadth of pure light and bliss,

So life’s 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

Outbreaking 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 embrowns 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.


Last updated Sunday, March 27, 2016 at 11:50