Goodnight
Percy Bysshe Shelley
[Verse 1]
Goodnight?
Oh 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
