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.
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