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.


Posthumous Poems (ed. 1824)


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.

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.

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.

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.