A Rainy Day
The Spirit of the day is there
At my window, wild and white,
With her large eyes full of light,
And the dawn dews in her hair,
She has slain the demon Night,
But its shadows haunt her yet,
And she cannot quite forget
The black terror of the fight.
So, her sunshine like a veil
Falls about her dim and pale,
And her skies are cold and grey,
And her song-birds, where are they?
At my window, wild and white,
With her large eyes full of light,
And the dawn dews in her hair,
She has slain the demon Night,
But its shadows haunt her yet,
And she cannot quite forget
The black terror of the fight.
So, her sunshine like a veil
Falls about her dim and pale,
And her skies are cold and grey,
And her song-birds, where are they?
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