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. 10. The Violin
2. The New Day. Part 3. 7. Body and Soul
3. The New Day. Part 4. 3. Likeness in Unlikeness
4. The New Day. Part 4. 7. Song (Years have flown since I knew thee first)
5. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”

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