Oh For A Darkening Sky by Dorinda MacDowell

 Wrap the evening shadows round me
kiss me, then bid me farewell.
Do not linger, for the dawning
may soon come, for who can tell
when the sun might shine upon us
in our secret lovers’ bower,
as forbidden is our meeting,
as swift, every passing hour
hurry, then, and do not tarry
till the evening shadows sigh
once again, with love’s sweet promise

blessing us from darkening sky