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 stealih 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


WB Yeats