You love me, you say, and I think you do, <br />But I know so many who don’t, <br />And how can I say I’ll be true to you <br />When I know very well that I won’t? <br />I have journeyed long and my goal is far, <br />I love, but I cannot bide, <br />For as sure as rises the morning star, <br />With the break of day I’ll ride. <br />I was doomed to ruin or doomed to mar <br />The home wherever I stay, <br />But I’ll think of you as the morning star <br />And they call me Break o’ Day. <br /> <br />They well might have named me the Fall o’ Night, <br />For drear is the track I mark, <br />But I love fair girls and I love the light, <br />For I and my tribe were dark. <br />You may love me dear, for a day and night, <br />You may cast your life aside; <br />But as sure as the morning star shines bright <br />With the break of day I’ll ride. <br /> <br />There was never a lover so proud and kind, <br />There was never a friend so true; <br />But the song of my life I have left behind <br />In the heart of a girl like you. <br />There was never so deep or cruel a wrong <br />In the land that is far away, <br />There was never so bitter a broken heart <br />That rode at the break of day. <br /> <br />God bless you, dear, with your red-gold hair <br />And your pitying eyes of grey— <br />Oh! my heart forbids that a star so fair <br />Should be marred by the Break o’ Day. <br />Live on, my girl, as the girl you are, <br />Be a good and a true man’s bride, <br />For as sure as beckons the evening star <br />With the fall o’ night I’ll ride. <br /> <br />I was born to ruin or born to mar <br />The home wherever I light. <br />Oh! I wish that you were the Evening Star <br />And that I were the Fall o’ Night.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/break-o-day/
