DEAR heart, good-night! <br />Nay, list awhile that sweet voice singing <br />When the world is all so bright, <br />And the sound of song sets the heart a-ringing, <br />Oh, love, it is not right— <br />Not then to say, 'Good-night.' <br />Dear heart, good-night! <br />The late winds in the lake weeds shiver, <br />And the spray flies cold and white. <br />And the voice that sings gives a telltale quiver — <br />'Ah, yes, the world is bright, <br />But, dearest heart, good-night!' <br />Dear heart, good-night! <br />And do not longer seek to hold me! <br />For my soul is in affright <br />As the fearful glooms in their pall enfold me. <br />See him who sang how white <br />And still; so, dear, good-night. <br />Dear heart, good-night! <br />Thy hand I'll press no more forever, <br />And mine eyes shall lose the light; <br />For the great white wraith by the winding river <br />Shall check my steps with might. <br />So, dear, good-night, good-night!<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/premonition-18/
