Good Night, II

Good night, my love! Another day has brought Its load of grief and stowed it in my heart, So full already, Joy is crushed to death, And Hope stands mute and shivering at the door. Still Memory, kind angel, stays within, And will not leave me with my grief alone, But whispers of the happy days that were Made glorious by the light of thy pure eyes. Oh! shall I ever see thee, love, again, My own, my darling, my soul’s best beloved, Far more than I had ever hoped to find Of true and good and beautiful on earth? Oh! shall I never see thee, love, again? My treasure found and loved and lost, good night.