Days lyrics

I am a Day . . .

My sky is grey,

My wind is wild,

My sea high - piled:

In year of days the first

In misery . . .

Oh pity me!

I am a Day

Accurst.

“Sweet Day, not curst but blest:

Behold upon my breast

My baby born

Your early morn.

Safe in my arms alway . . .

Oh precious Day,

let tempest be,

You are to me

In heart of mine

Divine.”

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I am a Day . . .

From dawn’s pure ray

Like to a peerless gem

In summer’s diadem,

My sky so softly dreams,

my breeze is bland:

My sea is blue and creams

Upon the sand,

Behold! Of days the Queen

I reign serene.

“Oh Day, not blest but curst!

Let savage storm - rack burst,

i will not care . . .

For Lo! I bear

My baby’s coffin to the height.

Ah! Would it were the foulest night

To match my mood’s

Ingratitude.

I cannot not pray . . .

Go your fell way,

Accursed Day!”