I rise up in the crimson morn and see
The red irrevocable Sun rise too
Out of the eastern wave. All day I watch
Him slowly travel his unyielding path,
Hating him all the while, yet hating more
The sullen gloom of twilight that his fall
Forces the world to wear.... All through the day
I search the stolid sand for what may be
Of life that lies where turtles lay before;
For if today I have enough, tomorrow