He.

Night! night! good night! no dream it is to vanish, The temple and the nightingale are there; The thornless roses bruising none to banish, The moon and one wild poppy in thy hair.

She.

Night! night! good night! and love's own star before thee, And love's star-image in the starry sea; Yes, yes, ah yes! a presence to watch o'er thee— Night! night! good night and good the gods to thee!