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.