DAY AND NIGHT
The Day is a blue Man with a burning heart;
The bright clouds are his feather ornaments;
The dark clouds are his spacious robes;
The whole world is his rich possession,
And the shining birds are the choirs that praise him:
He is the Chieftain of all that live,
And men call him ‘Father’....
The Night is a Woman with a changing heart,
Which sometimes she reveals and sometimes she hides,
And sometimes she sends palely, palely, after the Day;
But her stars she keeps with her, always upon her bosom,
For her stars are her little children that must be carried:
Her stars are the spirits of all that die,
And men call her ‘Mother’....