Friday, 2 October 2015
Poem for you, my love. Steve
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 in 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.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley