day, you have bruised and beaten me,

as rain beats down the bright, proud sea,

beaten my body, bruised my soul,

left me nothing lovely or whole

yet I have wrested a gift from you,

day that dies in dusky blue:

for suddenly over the factories

i saw a moon in the cloudy seas

a wisp of beauty all alone

in a world as hard and gray as stone

oh who could be bitter and want to die

when a maiden moon wakes up in the sky?