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?