Poem by Sara Teasdale

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?

1. Morning Song
2. Gray Fog
3. In the End
4. Let It Be Forgotten
5. In a Garden

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