III.

Is there no prophylactic against love?

Can I with drugs not dull the ache one night?

The rain is heavy and the low clouds move

Over the empty home of our delight

And find me in it weeping. You are far

And you are now asleep. The night's so thick,

Not even one stooping and compassionate star

Shines on us both disparted. O be quick,

Torturing days and heavy, turn your hours

To minutes, melt yourselves into one day!

... The cold rain falls in swift assailing showers,

Darkness is round me and light far away.

I'm in our well-known room and you're shut in

By strange unfriendly walls I've never seen.