Poem Hunter
(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)


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.

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Comments (32)

The pain of " Goodnight" is expressed so well in this poem!
I think it’s inappropriate
Fine poem......my dear poet....
yeah the night is good and beautiful too me graceful the night and the dark of lonely night only for darling only of you O love
Wonderful observation and feelings about love.
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