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?