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.