Fin De Fete by Charlotte Mary Mew
Sweetheart, for such a day
One mustn’t grudge the score;
Here, then, it’s all to pay,
It’s Good-night at the door.
Good-night and good dreams to you,
Do you remember the picture-book thieves
Who left two children sleeping in a wood the long night through,
And how the birds came down and covered them with leaves?
So you and I should have slept,But now,
Oh, what a lonely head!
With just the shadow of a waving bough
In the moonlight over your bed.