To the Coy Mrs.

While awaiting the LORD bringing about reconciliation, here’s my feelings from the poem I’ve reworked to call 

To the Coy Mrs. --

Had we but world enough and time, 

This coyness, lady, were no crime. 

We would sit down, and think which way 

To walk, and pass our long love’s day. 

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side 

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide 

Of Humber would oblige. I would 

Love you ten years before the flood, 

And you should, if you please, refuse 

Till the conversion of the Jews.