Good-Night

Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still, Then it will be GOOD night.

How can I call the lone night good, Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight? Be it not said, thought, understood-- Then it will be--GOOD night.

To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light, The night is good; because, my love, They never SAY good-night.