I See Thee Better in The Dark

I see thee better in the Dark I do not need a Light The Love of Thee a Prism be Excelling Violet I see thee better for the Years That hunch themselves between The Miner’s Lamp sufficient be To nullify the Mine And in the Grave I see Thee best Its little Panels be Aglow All ruddy with the Light I held so high, for Thee What need of Day To Those whose Dark hath so surpassing Sun It deem it be Continually At the Meridian?