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?