Rejuvenescence
The Day is young, the Day is sweet,
And light is her heart as the tread of her feet.
The Day is weary, the Day is old:
She has sunk into sleep through a tempest of gold.
Sleep, tired Day! Thou shalt rise made new,
All splendour and wonder and odour and dew.
And light is her heart as the tread of her feet.
The Day is weary, the Day is old:
She has sunk into sleep through a tempest of gold.
Sleep, tired Day! Thou shalt rise made new,
All splendour and wonder and odour and dew.
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