Rainbows (Custance)/A Rainy Day
A Rainy Day
The Spirit of the day is thereAt my window, wild and white,With her large eyes full of light,And the dawn dews in her hair,She has slain the demon Night,But its shadows haunt her yet,And she cannot quite forgetThe black terror of the fight.So, her sunshine like a veilFalls about her dim and pale,And her skies are cold and grey,And her song-birds, where are they? Such a silence broods about herThis beautiful, sad day,You would say her mists had curledRound the clamour of the world,Webs of mist as soft as sleepFallen on the mouths that sing,Fallen on the eyes that weep,Oh, dim and weary day, you bringDream and silence wing to wing,And sighing winds and silver rain.I love your dark clouds drifting byIn weird fantastic shapes for hours,I love your wayward thunder showers,Your sudden rainbows in the sky.