I am a Day . . . <br />My sky is grey, <br />My wind is wild, <br />My sea high-piled: <br />In year of days the first <br />In misery . . . <br />Oh pity me! <br />I am a Day <br /> Accurst. <br /> <br />"Sweet Day, not curst but blest: <br />Behold upon my breast <br />My baby born <br />Your early morn. <br />Safe in my arms alway . . . <br />Oh precious Day, <br />let tempest be, <br />You are to me <br />In heart of mine <br /> Divine." <br /> <br /> * * * * * * * <br /> <br />I am a Day . . . <br />From dawn's pure ray <br />Like to a peerless gem <br />In summer's diadem, <br />My sky so softly dreams, <br />my breeze is bland: <br />My sea is blue and creams <br />Upon the sand, <br />Behold! Of days the Queen <br /> I reign serene. <br /> <br />"Oh Day, not blest but curst! <br />Let savage storm-rack burst, <br />i will not care . . . <br />For Lo! I bear <br />My baby's coffin to the height. <br />Ah! Would it were the foulest night <br />To match my mood''s <br />Ingratitude. <br />I cannot not pray . . . <br />Go your fell way, <br /> Accursed Day!"<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-7/
