Late Night Alumni

Wild nights, were I with thee, '
wild nights should be our luxury.
Futile the winds to a heart in port.
Done with the compass.
Done with the chart.
I sang to use the waiting,
I didn't have to try.
I'll shut the door to my house;
No more to seek have I.
Such a little thing to weep,
so short a thing to sigh;
and yet by trades the size of these we men and women die!
You say goodnight like starting tonight