If each other we would see,
set a time to make it be.
For time is life, don't you know,
without its measure we must go.
Our days are undeser'ved gifts
within the which--admit--we ever shifts:
From that to this and back to that,
after what?--ain't it true--back we sat,
wondering if wise and best we chose.
Shared we moments with those . . . so dear we hold?
before the gifter says, "There, there. Be bold."
I would shout indeed a yea:
Let not reticence waste a day.
If you're like to think the same,
let us quit the bench and join the game.
I would ring to enter at your gate
and en'tain long and mutual discourse--
well, at least enough gossip us to sate
till next we meet thus absolved, no remorse.
So when we knocks, do let us in.
Won't stay long, too much info is a sin.
