Love's Good-Night

Fenton Johnson

Good-night! Good-night! My love, good-night!
We shall meet here again when bright
The moon shines o'er the distant hill,
And mocking-bird begins to trill.

What though a parent's wrath should come?
It cannot make my loving dumb;
To-morrow night I shall await
You here, at our love's trysting-gate.

And in the days that shall be here,
Your love my full soul shall revere;
So, till the rounded moon comes bright,
Good-night! My love, good-night! Good-night!

Last updated September 21, 2022