III
"Oh You Are Coming"
 

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?