The poem
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.
20 years ogo Ilearnet this poem by heart. It was marvelous,I was young and loved to death. I've never written my beloved poems. But I've fogotten it. I want my students to know it and its author.:)