In three long hours I will be with her,
Finally at home, though long from where I rent.
I cannot help but wish that that time were
Already, by some cosmic power, spent
So I might say at last that I am here,
Not half away and half remaining stuck
Halfway away. Ah, then my sight will clear
And focus, so that I may finally pluck
The mystery from things - not see reflected
In some black mirror what my eyes pretend
While truth and beauty slide by unsuspected,
But face to face behold my promised end.
Three hours left in which to sigh and groan
And then I shall know as I shall be known.
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