 | 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 woman out of the world of women? 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? |  |