And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety. (8-9)
The speaker ends the poem by reflecting on his "days." We take "days" to mean his entire life, broken down day by day. He sees his days stretching back behind him and out in front of him like rows of corn in a long field. (Mmm, corn.) He wants this time span, covering his whole life, to be brought together by a constant—his reverence of nature.