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.