Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still
Then it will be good night
How can I call the lone night good
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
Be it not said, thought, understood --
Then it will be -- good night
To hearts which near each other move
From evening close to morning light
The night is good; because, my love
They never say good-night
***Original poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley