The Poems of Sir William Watson | ||
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.
1923
The Poems of Sir William Watson | ||