Let the day perish wherein I was born Let that day be darkness Let gloom seize upon it Let the blackness of the day terrify it Lo, let that night be solitary Lo, let that night be barren Let them curse it that curse the day, Who are ready to rouse Leviathan. Let the stars of its twilight be dark; Let it wait for light, and have none. Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost For now should I have lain down and been quiet Then had I been at rest Lo, let that night be solitary Lo, let that night be barren Let them curse it that curse the day, Who are ready to rouse Leviathan. Let the stars of its twilight be dark; Let it wait for light, and have none.