Classic Poem

VERSE

Authors and poets in prose and in rhyme
Seem to agree that night is the time
Of lovers' meetings,
Romantic greetings.
To my misfortune, I found this a lie,
For it was night when you whispered " Good-bye, "
A night of madness
That turned to sadness,
Much too soon.

REFRAIN

There was a moon out in space,
But a cloud drifted over its face,
You kissed me and went on your way,
The night we called it a day.
I heard the song of the spheres
Like a minor lament in my ears,
I hadn't the heart left to pray,
The night we called it a day.
Soft through the dark
The hoot of an owl in the sky,
Sad though his song,
No bluer was he than I.
The moon went down,
Stars were gone,
But the sun didn't rise with the dawn.
There wasn't a thing left to say,
The night we called it a day.