Morning is my time.
I must have the early sun shine through this song.

I love the sky cloudless, a radiance of quivering blue,
The sun not too high up:
The month May or October:
A blithe hardiness in the wind, and the budding or harvest of flowers:
The earliest or latest birds:
The city streets golden with a spring morning and gay with toilers,
Or brilliant with autumn and the more zestful air …

Happy is the man who wakes up fresh from sound sleep,
A song in his heart, vigorously rising and bathing himself,
Ardent with thirst for vivid life,
Laughing that his eyes do not open on some other planet,
But they open here, and he finds himself at home on the old Earth,
And meets again the people he knows,
The woman he loves, his children, his enterprises,
And goes to his work throbbing with the news of the world,
And loves his work—the machinery, the puzzling problems—
And comes home at night for his silence among books,
Or his vibrant speech among familiar friends,
Or the mystery of union with the woman …
Happier is this man if he is an in-goer as well as an out-goer,
If he is a traveller and explorer in the interior life of man,
At home with all visions, the processions of the stars and of the ages,
The daring and defiant intuitions of the soul …

I have been doubting and drooping …
I am one of those who are born with a stoop-shouldered spirit—
I am a night-soul, son of the darkness …
No wonder I love the morning and the unclouded dazzle of the sun,
And the unselfconscious joy of birds,
And am drawn mightily to women who sparkle, sport and laugh,
And adventurous men of action …

But in myself, I am only too ready to lean to my own beloved darkness,
The temptation of sorrow and lament,
The baying of the hounds of hate and suspicion,
Jealousy, distrust and suffering:
I am only too ready to give myself to the tide of blackness,
Voluptuary of despair …

Stand up, my soul: this is a good morning for a fresh start,
The snow lies on the sills, and is thick on the pavements,
The air is keen, the city at work …

Is not this the darkest year of the Earth?
So much more the need of courage, boldness, battle, faith!