Sara Teasdale — Oh You Are Coming

Oh you are coming, coming, coming,        &nbsp How will hungry Time put by the hours till then?— But why does it anger my heart to long so        &nbsp For one man out of the world of men? Oh I would live in myself only        &nbsp And build my life lightly and still as a dream— Are not my thoughts clearer than your thoughts        &nbsp And colored like stones in a running stream? Now the slow moon brightens in heaven,        &nbsp The stars are ready, the night is here— Oh why must I lose myself to love you,        &nbsp My dear?