When
Sidney Thomson
Sun comes, moon comes,
Time slips away.
Sun sets, moon sets,
Love, fix a day!
A year hence, a year hence.
We shall both be gray.
A month hence, a month hence.
Far, far away!
A week hence, a week hence.
Ah! the long delay!
Wait a little, wait a little,
You shall fix a day.
Tomorrow love, tomorrow,
And that's an age away.
Blaze upon her window, sun,
In honour of the day!