| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 905. I Count My Time by Times That I Meet Thee |
| | | By Richard Watson Gilder |
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| 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: | 5 |
| 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; | 10 |
| 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. | |
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