I AM ONLY waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands. That is why it is so late and why I have been guilty of such omissions. They come with their laws and their codes to bind me fast; but I evade them ever, for I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands. People blame me and call me heedless; I doubt not they are right in their blame. The market day is over and work is all done for the busy. Those who came to call me in vain have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.
I SHALL NOT wait and watch in the house for thy coming, but will go forth into the open, for the petals fall from the drooping flowers and time flies to its end. The wind is up, the water is ruffled. Be swift and cut the rope, let the boat drift in the midstream, for the time flies to its end. The night is pale, the lonely moon is playing its ferry of dreams across the sky. The path is unknown, but I heed it not. My mind has the wings of freedom and I know that I shall cross the dark. Let me but start on my journey, for the time flies to its end.
