In The Dark

In the dark I lie and think Of the glory in a day; Of the sunshine and the shade, All the color soft or gay.

I can see it better now As I lie with curtained eyes. Oh, the rainbow and the moon; Oh, the opal of the skies!

How the poppies glow and thrill, How the pigeon-feathers shine! I will weave them into dreams, I will make them ever mine.

All the wonder of a wave, All the magic of a tree— I shall wear them in my soul When these eyes no longer see.