Goodnight

Goodnight

by Crawford Neil

I hardly see you standing there,

Half in shadow, half in light,

Light winds brimming in your hair

That brushes fancies on my cheek.

Yet I have seen you every week

Since one a dozen moons ago,

And said the hard "Goodnight" I owe

To sleep-dulled eyes that look once more

Around the great, half open door;

I hardly see you, yet I see,

As in a haze of ecstasy,

A ghostly shadow made of you,

That bids me say goodnight anew,

A lock of hair that falls just now,

Upon the white and upright brow,

A glance which troubles me with pain

To say goodnight; again--again.

Then, half in shadow, half in light,

I whisper through the murmuring rain,

"Goodnight to you, dear soul, goodnight."