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.
— Перси Биши Шелли
