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GOOD NIGHT.
I.
Now the Nightingale sits singing,By his Rose-bud in the grove,
While the Heavens above are ringing
With his river-song of love.
Like the wild Swan on the ocean,
Circled with her Cygnets white,
Star-engirdled, with soft motion,
Sails the Moon through Heaven to-night.
Good night, my Love! my dearest!
High heaven of my delight!
Of all things brightest, fairest!
My Beautiful—good night!
II.
Go—while thou art softly sleepingBy the clear Elysian streams,
I will be awake here weeping
By the “Ivory gate of Dreams.”
Angels, like the stars in number,
Watchers from their Courts of Light,
Sing around thy peaceful slumber
Through the beautiful good night.
Good night, my Love! my dearest!
High Heaven of my delight!
Of all things brightest, fairest!
My Beautiful—good night!
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III.
While the odorous flowers are closingTheir soft petals in the dew,
Thou wilt be in bed reposing—
I awake in mine for you.
Take, oh, take to your soft bosom!
Faithful nurse of my Delight!
This sweet Lily-bell in blossom,
And preserve her there, Good Night!
Good night, my Love! my dearest!
High heaven of my delight!
Of all things brightest, fairest!
My Beautiful—good night!
IV.
Here we both stand broken hearted,Leaning on each other's heart;
For in parting we seem parted,
Just to think that we must part.
See! the pale, cold moon is waning—
Sinking softly from our sight—
While our souls are here complaining
For the loss of our good night!
Good night, my Love! my dearest!
High Heaven of my delight!
Of all things brightest, fairest!
My Beautiful—good night!
V.
Where the Nightingale sits singingBy his Rose-bud in the grove,
While the Heavens above are ringing
With his river-song of love;
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Out its song for my Delight,
I now hear her voice replying
Unto mine, “My Love! good night!”
Good night, my Love! my dearest!
High Heaven of my delight!
Of all things brightest, fairest!
My Beautiful—good night!
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