Day, you have bruised and beaten me, br As rain beats down the bright, proud sea, br Beaten my body, bruised my soul, br Left me nothing lovely or whole -- br br Yet I have wrested a gift from you, br Day that dies in dusky blue: br For suddenly over the factories br I saw a moon in the cloudy seas -- br br A wisp of beauty all alone br In a world as hard and gray as stone -- br Oh who could be bitter and want to die br When a maiden moon wakes up in the sky?br br Sara Teasdalebr br