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.