For works with similar titles, see Day.

 
              DAY
The gray dawn on the mountain top
        Is slow to pass away.
Still lays him by in sluggish dreams,
        The golden God of day.

And then a light along the hills,
        Your laughter silvery gay;
The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills,
        You come and it is day.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.