A Late Good Night<br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />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 />
