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


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