GoodNight!

At that point the splendid light is conveyed in,

The gloomy hours again start;

O'er all without, in field and path,

The spooky night returns once more.

Presently we see the coals escape

About the firelit hearth; and see

Our countenances painted as we pass,

Like pictures, on the window glass.

Must we to bed in reality? Well at that point,

Allow us to emerge and go like men,

Also, face with a fearless track

The long dark entry up to bed.

Goodbye, O sibling, sister, sire!

O charming gathering round the fire!

The tunes you sing, the stories you tell,

Till far to-morrow, toll you well!