A Late Good Nightbr Robert Fuller Murraybr br My lamp is out, my task is done,br And up the stair with lingering feetbr I climb. The staircase clock strikes one.br Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!br br My solitary room I gain.br A single star makes incompletebr The blackness of the window pane.br Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!br br Dim and more dim its sparkle grows,br And ere my head the pillows meet,br My lids are fain themselves to close.