My lamp is out, my task is done, <br />And up the stair with lingering feet <br />I climb. The staircase clock strikes one. <br />Good night, my love! good night, my sweet! <br /> <br />My solitary room I gain. <br />A single star makes incomplete <br />The blackness of the window pane. <br />Good night, my love! good night, my sweet! <br /> <br />Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, <br />And ere my head the pillows meet, <br />My lids are fain themselves to close. <br />Good night, my love! good night, my sweet! <br /> <br />My lips no other words can say, <br />But still they murmur and repeat <br />To you, who slumber far away, <br />Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-late-good-night/
