Day and Night

When the bright eyes of the day

Open on the dusk, to see

Mist and shadow fade away

And the sun shine merrily,

Then I leave my bed and run

Out to frolic in the sun.

Through the sunny hours I play

Where the stream is wandering.

Plucking daisies by the way;

And I laugh and dance and sing,

While the birds fly here and there

Singing on the sunny air.

When the night comes, cold and slow,

And the sad moon walks the sky,

When the whispering wind says "Boh, Little boy!" and makes me cry, 

By my mother I am led

Home again and put to bed.

The Rocky Road to Dublin/The Adventures of Seumas Beg [1915]