Pinched with dampness, day is leaving;

grieve her passing, nighttime, heaving,

clutches not her chest with sadness,

leaves, she, room for sudden gladness.

 

None too soon the day is passing,

bids farewell to dark enmassing;

shivers, too, her haunches, swelling

till remembers, she, her dwelling.

 

Puckered clouds, their bellies rip’ling

fanning out, horizon’s crip’ling

shew away from their place, hanging

stopped by windy morn, haranguing.

 

Soon, when ev’ning stops her frowning,

then comes day, the morning’s crowning

breathing light and hope is burning,

then, we’ll rise, to sun’s returning.