The twilight is starred,
The dawn has arisen;
Light breaks from the east
And Song from her prison.
Faint odors and sounds
The west-wind discloses
Of laughter and birds,
Of singing and roses.
It is time to be gone -
Day scatters the gloom;
But here at my side,
But still in the room,
Like the angel of life,
Too kind to depart,
You hang at my lips,
You hang at my heart!
John Hall Wheelock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/departure-65/
