Ere

So many little errands must be run
Before the long-awaited moment comes;
The air's electric, and it nearly hums
With passing time, and duties to be done.
Indeed each inclination of the sun
Advancing though the near noonday doldrums
Threatens to take the needed time, which sums
Too high to look at. Yet there will be fun
And joy, and even calm when, later yet,
The moment has arrived, and all is well.
The day will then be done, the sun be set
And worries that right now appear to swell
Will shrink to nothing at the crucial point
When all will be in order and in joint.