Mad Song
by William Blake
The wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.
Lo! to the vault
Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
The birds of dawn are taking flight away from the Earth. It is interesting that he uses the word scorn to portray this. Scorn is a very negative word and goes well with the mood of the poem. 

Mad Song