The twilight is starred, <br />The dawn has arisen; <br />Light breaks from the east <br />And Song from her prison. <br /> <br />Faint odors and sounds <br />The west-wind discloses <br />Of laughter and birds, <br />Of singing and roses. <br /> <br />It is time to be gone - <br />Day scatters the gloom; <br />But here at my side, <br />But still in the room, <br /> <br />Like the angel of life, <br />Too kind to depart, <br />You hang at my lips, <br />You hang at my heart!<br /><br />John Hall Wheelock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/departure-65/
