Oh you are coming, coming, coming, br How will hungry Time put by the hours till then? -- br But why does it anger my heart to long so br For one man out of the world of men? br br Oh I would live in myself only br And build my life lightly and still as a dream -- br Are not my thoughts clearer than your thoughts br And colored like stones in a running stream? br br Now the slow moon brightens in heaven, br The stars are ready, the night is here -- br Oh why must I lose myself to love you, br My dear?br br Sara Teasdalebr br