Poems (Proctor)/Good-Night

by Edna Dean Proctor

For works with similar titles, see Good-Night.

GOOD-NIGHT. (For Music.)

Now shadows fold the sunset gold,
 The vesper stars "gleam fair,
No robin sings, no swallow wings
 Its eager flight in air,
But dews the drooping roses fill
 With silent, balmy rain,
And murmuring rill and zephyr thrill
 The hush of grove and plain,—
     Good-night!

Good-night! good-night! the moon will light
 The east before the dawn,
And stars arise to gem the skies
 When these have westward gone.
Good-night! and sweet be thy repose
 Through all their shining way,
Till darkness goes, and bird and rose
 With rapture greet the day,—
     Good-night!