Sweetheart, for such a day <br /> One mustn't grudge the score; <br />Here, then, it's all to pay, <br /> It's Good-night at the door. <br /> <br />Good-night and good dreams to you,— <br /> Do you remember the picture-book thieves <br />Who left two children sleeping in a wood the long night through, <br /> And how the birds came down and covered them with leaves? <br /> <br />So you and I should have slept,—But now, <br /> Oh, what a lonely head! <br />With just the shadow of a waving bough <br /> In the moonlight over your bed.<br /><br />Charlotte Mary Mew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fin-de-f-te/
