Good-night! until to-morrow, dear;
You go to rest, and I still here
Will dream of all you do and say;
Will contemplate, as lovers may,
Each thing you've touched, with eyes that find
Your form in all you leave behind.
Your presence, and the joy that fills
The heart and soul with countless thrills
Is still beside me, and the ship
Throbs out with every rise and dip
The words that uttered once shall be
My music through eternity.