To-Night by Edward Thomas — Read

Harry, you know at night The larks in Castle Alley Sing from the attic's height As if the electric light Were the true sun above a summer valley:

Whistle, don't knock, to-night.

I shall come early, Kate:

And we in Castle Alley Will sit close out of sight Alone, and ask no light Of lamp or sun above a summer valley:

To-night I can stay late.