“Good night! good night!” — And is it so?
And must I from my Rosa go?
Oh Rosa, say “Good night!” once more,
And I'll repeat it o'er and o'er,
Till the first glance of dawning light
Shall find us saying, still, “Good night.”
And still “Good night,” my Rosa, say —
But whisper still, “A minute stay;”
And I will stay, and every minute
Shall have an age of transport in it;
Till Time himself shall stay his flight,
To listen to our sweet “Good night.”
“Good night!” you'll murmur with a sigh,
And tell me it is time to fly:
And I will vow, will swear to go,
While still that sweet voice murmurs “No!”
Till slumber seal our weary sight —
And then, my love, my soul, “Good night!”