GOOD NIGHT

The day is at its golden height,

No shadow falls on sea or land;

And yet to thee I say Good night,

As we stand here hand clasped in hand,

Good night — Good night.

The laughing waves are summer blue,

The bees hum in the sun's warm light;

But frosts of winter chill me through,

I shiver as I say Good night.

Good night — Good night.

How often at the close of day

With smiling lips we've said those words:

And listened as we turned away

To hear them echoed by the birds,

Good night — Good night.

We did not dream then of this hour,

This sad, sad hour for you and me;

We did not dream there was a power

Could force us for eternity

To say Good night.

Good night — nay, turn your eyes away;

I cannot bear their tender light.

Now evermore to golden day,

To golden hope, a last Good night,

Good night — Good night.