A Woman Young And Old

VII.  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.