A DAY-DREAMER
Since coming from the land of dreams is lonely,
And the world's daylight very cold and gray,
I will return beyond the sun's rim only
Into the gold dusk of my yesterday,
And the world's daylight very cold and gray,
I will return beyond the sun's rim only
Into the gold dusk of my yesterday,
I will return through yonder purple coppice,—
But O, thou love-worn nightingale, be still!—
Into a world of silken, scarlet poppies,
Wherein who loveth dreams shall have his fill.
But O, thou love-worn nightingale, be still!—
Into a world of silken, scarlet poppies,
Wherein who loveth dreams shall have his fill.