He. Dear, I must be gone <br /> While night Shuts the eyes <br /> Of the household spies; <br /> That song announces dawn. <br /> <br />She. No, night's bird and love's <br /> Bids all true lovers rest, <br /> While his loud song reproves <br /> The murderous stealth of day. <br /> <br />He. Daylight already flies <br /> From mountain crest to crest <br /> <br />She. That light is from the moon. <br /> <br />He. That bird... <br /> <br />She. Let him sing on, <br /> I offer to love's play <br /> My dark declivities.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parting-3/
