Good night! good night! — the golden day
Has veiled its sunset beam,
And twilight's star its beauteous ray
Has mirrored in the stream; —
Low voices come from vale and height,
And murmur soft, good night! good night!
Good night! — the bee with folded wings
Sleeps sweet in honeyed flowers,
And far away the night-bird sings
In dreamy forest bowers,
And slowly fades the western light
In deepening shade, — good night! good night!
Good night! good night! — in whispers low
The ling'ring zephyr sighs.
And softly, in its dreamy flow.
The murm'ring brook replies;
And, where yon casement still is bright,
A softer voice has breathed good-night!
Good night! — as steals the cooling dew
Where the young violet lies.
E'en so may slumber steal anew
To weary human eyes.
And softly steep the aching sight
In dewy rest — good night! good night!
Pamelia Sarah Yule (1826 - 1897) Canada
Source: Poems of the Heart and Home by Mrs. J. C. Yule (Pamela S. Vining), Bengough, Moore & Co., 1881
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