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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KING'S THRESHOLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN REDBEAST by SAMUEL ROGERS THE PUMPKIN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AVE MARIA GRATIA PLENA by OSCAR WILDE IN SOME FAR DISTANT TIME by CATHERINE BRADSHAW |