/lit/ - Literature

>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 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.