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Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The day is at its golden height, No shadow falls on sea or land; And yet to thee I say Good night, As we stand here hand clasped in hand, Good night--Good night. The laughing waves are summer blue, The bees hum in the sunТs warm light; But frosts of winter chill me through, I shiver as I say Good night. Good night--Good night. How often at the close of day With smiling lips weТve said those words: And listened as we turned away To hear them echoed by the birds, Good night--Good night. We did not dream then of this hour, This sad, sad hour for you and me; We did not dream there was a power Could force us for eternity To say Good night. Good night--nay, turn your eyes away; I cannot bear their tender light. Now evermore to golden day, To golden hope, a last Good night, Good night--Good night.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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