Good-Night
Born 8/16/1865
Good-night! . . . my darling sleeps so sound
She cannot hear me where she lies;
White lilies watch the closed eyes,
Red roses guard the folded hands.
Good-night! O woman who once lay
Upon my breast, so still, so sweet
That all my pulses, throbbing, beat
And flamed -- I cannot touch you now.
Good-night, my own! God knows we loved
So well, that all things else seemed slight --
We part forever in the night,
We two poor souls who loved so well.
DayPoems Poem No. 966
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/966.html">Good-Night by Mary Gilmore</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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