Peacefully does night struggle with day

Peacefully does night

struggle with the day:

how to muffle it,

how to dissolve it.

That which depressed me,

are you already asleep, o Pain?

That which made me happy,

say, what was it, my heart?

Joy, like anguish,

I feel has melted away,

but they have gently

invoked slumber instead.

And as I float away,

ever skyward,

it occurs to me that life

is just like a lullaby.