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IMPATIENCE.
Will the mocking daylight never be done:
Is the moon her hour forgetting?
O weary sun! O merciless sun!
You have grown so slow in setting!
Is the moon her hour forgetting?
O weary sun! O merciless sun!
You have grown so slow in setting!
And yet, if the days could come and go
As fast as I count them over,
They would seem to me like years, I know,
Till they brought me back my lover.
As fast as I count them over,
They would seem to me like years, I know,
Till they brought me back my lover.
Down through the valleys, down to the south,
O west wind, go with fleetness,
Kiss, with your daintiest kisses, his mouth,
And bring to me all its sweetness.
O west wind, go with fleetness,
Kiss, with your daintiest kisses, his mouth,
And bring to me all its sweetness.
Go when he lieth in slumber deep,
And put your arms about him,
And hear if he whisper my name in his sleep,
And tell him, I die without him.
And put your arms about him,
And hear if he whisper my name in his sleep,
And tell him, I die without him.
O birds, that sail in the air like ships,
To me such discord bringing,
If you heard the sound of my lover's lips,
You would be ashamed of your singing!
To me such discord bringing,
If you heard the sound of my lover's lips,
You would be ashamed of your singing!
O rose, from whose heart such a crimson rain
Up to your soft cheek gushes,
You never could show your face again,
If you saw my lover's blushes!
Up to your soft cheek gushes,
You never could show your face again,
If you saw my lover's blushes!
O hateful stars, in hateful skies,
Can you think your light is tender,
When you steal it all from my lover's eyes,
And shine with a borrowed splendor?
Can you think your light is tender,
When you steal it all from my lover's eyes,
And shine with a borrowed splendor?
O sun, going over the western wall,
If you stay there none will heed you;
For why should you rise or shine at all
When he is not here to need you?
If you stay there none will heed you;
For why should you rise or shine at all
When he is not here to need you?
Will the mocking daylight never be done?
Is the moon her hour forgetting?
O weary sun! O merciless sun!
You have grown so slow in setting!
Is the moon her hour forgetting?
O weary sun! O merciless sun!
You have grown so slow in setting!
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