1. With my own self whom I met one morn
In haste, the cheeks all glowing red,

2. As on his swift steed he spurred amain,
We met, nor ever drew rein, but sped.

3. Lo, in the thick of night's darkness, lo,
The rising moon serenely bright,

4. That met me not nor crossed my path
Throughout the livelong night.

5. And when his phantom came to view
In dreams, he bade me circle-wise,