 | The select poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle lyrics") |  |
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GOOD-NIGHT.
My dear, good-night! the moon is down,
The stars have brighter grown above,
There's quiet in the dusky town,
And all things slumber, save my love.
Good-night! good-night! and in thy dreams
Go wander in a pleasant clime,
By greenest meadows, singing streams,
And seasons all one summer time—
Good-night, my dear, good-night!
The stars have brighter grown above,
There's quiet in the dusky town,
And all things slumber, save my love.
Good-night! good-night! and in thy dreams
Go wander in a pleasant clime,
By greenest meadows, singing streams,
And seasons all one summer time—
Good-night, my dear, good-night!
My love, good-night! let slumber steep
In poppy-juice those melting eyes,
Till morn shall wake thee from thy sleep,
And bid my spirit's dawn arise.
Good-night! good-night! and as to rest
Upon thy couch thou liest down,
One throb for me pervade thy breast,
And then let sleep thy senses drown.
Good-night, my love—good-night!
In poppy-juice those melting eyes,
Till morn shall wake thee from thy sleep,
And bid my spirit's dawn arise.
Good-night! good-night! and as to rest
Upon thy couch thou liest down,
One throb for me pervade thy breast,
And then let sleep thy senses drown.
Good-night, my love—good-night!
| The select poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle lyrics") | |