Good-night
The clock ticks loudly, but the house is still,
The wind moans softly in the chimney groove:
Loose leaves at rest upon the window sill
Stir whisperingly, so fairy-folk might move.
Clouds cover up the moon, the west gleams white,
Good-night, Dear heart, Good-night!
The wind moans softly in the chimney groove:
Loose leaves at rest upon the window sill
Stir whisperingly, so fairy-folk might move.
Clouds cover up the moon, the west gleams white,
Good-night, Dear heart, Good-night!
All day there has been darkness in my heart,
All day without you, oh the long grey hours!
To think how very far we are apart,
To think some ways are all set thick with flowers,
When our ways wend so sad and void of light,
Good-night, Dear heart, Good-night!
All day without you, oh the long grey hours!
To think how very far we are apart,
To think some ways are all set thick with flowers,
When our ways wend so sad and void of light,
Good-night, Dear heart, Good-night!
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