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Robert W Service - Days
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I am a Day . . .
My sky is grey,
My wind is wild,
My sea high-piled:
In year of days the first
In misery . . . 
Oh pity me!
I am a Day
                Accurst.

"Sweet Day, not curst but blest:
Behold upon my breast
My baby born
Your early morn.
Safe in my arms alway . . .
Oh precious Day,
let tempest be,
You are to me
In heart of mine
                Divine."

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I am a Day . . .
From dawn`s pure ray
Like to a peerless gem
In summer`s diadem,
My sky so softly dreams,
my breeze is bland:
My sea is blue and creams
Upon the sand,
Behold! Of days the Queen
                I reign serene.

"Oh Day, not blest but curst!
Let savage storm-rack burst,
i will not care . . .
For Lo! I bear
My baby`s coffin to the height.
Ah! Would it were the foulest night
To match my mood``s
Ingratitude.
I cannot not pray . . .
Go your fell way,
                Accursed Day!"
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