Parting

He. Dear, I must be gone

While night Shuts the eyes

Of the household spies;

That song announces dawn.

She. No, night's bird and love's

Bids all true lovers rest,

While his loud song reproves

The murderous stealth of day.

He. Daylight already flies

From mountain crest to crest

She. That light is from the moon.

He. That bird...

She. Let him sing on,

I offer to love's play

My dark declivities.

William Butler Yeats