Classic Poem

When the day begins to break
Call us back to life and light;
Leaving sweetly now we take —
And so, good night!

Short or long we do not know,
Dark at least the night-space seems:
Hearts are weary; leave it so,
But kind be dreams!

Wish us thy good speed at end
Who, committing all to thee —
Truest love and dearest friend —
At rest would be.

And to keep us free from pain,
With the eye's light in the eye,
Thus we pray thee: Come again;
Till then, good-bye!

Sense of all things slowly slips,
Utter trust dissolves alarms —
Thus with lips against thy lips!
And arms in arms!