The Inn of Dreams/A Morning Song
A Morning Song
You saw my window open wide,And woke me early, sister day!You came in all your lovely pride,With laughing looks that I adore,With wings of blue and grey . . .With sunshine skirts that swept the floor,With songs to drive night's dreams away,You called me out to play.And so I took you by the hand,And found the way to fairyland . . .With such impatient feet I climbThe ladders of delight!For well I know that ruthless timeTurns morning moods to tears and night.