TO all, "Good-night!" the touch of hands, The lifted eyes, -- Within my heart what deeper wish For any lies? And yet when prayers are sobbed to God, Are they for all? Or whispered blessings? On our own They rather fall. "Good-night!" to thee, -- a separate sign, A loyal word, Whose benediction still and deep None other heard! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM SETTING SAIL by EMILY DICKINSON LAMENT FOR THE MAKARIS [WHEN HE WAS SEIK] by WILLIAM DUNBAR A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715 by ALEXANDER POPE MERCURY; ON LOSING MY POCKET MILTON AT LUSS NEAR BEN LOMOND by ROBERT ANDREWS TO AN ANTIQUE STILETTO by BERTON BRALEY |