• Oh you are coming, coming, coming,
    How will hungry Time put by the hours till then? -
    But why does it anger my heart to long so
    For one man out of the world of men?
    Oh I would live in myself only
    And build my life lightly and still as a dream -
    Are not my thoughts clearer than your thoughts
    And colored like stones in a running stream?

    Now the slow moon brightens in heaven,
    The stars are ready, the night is here -
    Oh why must I lose myself to love you,
    My dear?