Then the bright lamp is carried in, <br />The sunless hours again begin; <br />O'er all without, in field and lane, <br />The haunted night returns again. <br /> <br />Now we behold the embers flee <br />About the firelit hearth; and see <br />Our faces painted as we pass, <br />Like pictures, on the window glass. <br /> <br />Must we to bed indeed? Well then, <br />Let us arise and go like men, <br />And face with an undaunted tread <br />The long black passage up to bed. <br /> <br />Farewell, O brother, sister, sire! <br />O pleasant party round the fire! <br />The songs you sing, the tales you tell, <br />Till far to-morrow, fare you well!<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-night-3/
