The innocent, sweet Day is dead. br Dark Night hath slain her in her bed. br O, Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed! br -- Put out the light, said he. br br A sweeter light than ever rayed br From star of heaven or eye of maid br Has vanished in the unknown Shade. br -- She's dead, she's dead, said he. br br Now, in a wild, sad after-mood br The tawny Night sits still to brood br Upon the dawn-time when he wooed. br -- I would she lived, said he. br br Star-memories of happier times, br Of loving deeds and lovers' rhymes, br Throng forth in silvery pantomimes. br -- Come back, O Day! said he.