Possible Meeting

Art thou afar or near, O Royal Day, —
Thou Day that bring'st me to my love again?
Must the sweet autumn moon be in the wane
Before I feel thy breath, and hear thee say,
"Behold thy love? " or shall the skies be gray,
Disturb'd by wind and sense of imminent rain,
Before I hear thee cry, " Oh, not in vain
Thou didst beseech my coming in thy lay?"

Or shall the leaden winter be begun.
And all the sky forsaken of the sun?
Let this be as it may, my thoughts outrun
The dull and hostile days that intervene;
They shall not bar thee, conqueror and queen.
But be thy guards when thou dost, crown'd, pass in.