Fannie Stearns Davis

My Soul goes clad in gorgeous things,
 Scarlet and gold and blue;
And at her shoulder sudden wings
 Like long flames flicker through.
And she is swallow-fleet, and free
 From mortal bonds and bars.
She laughs, because Eternity
 Blossoms for her with stars!
O folk who scorn my stiff gray gown,
 My dull and foolish face, —
Can ye not see my Soul flash down,
 A singing flame through space?
And folk, whose earth-stained looks I hate,
 Why may I not divine
Your Souls, that must be passionate,
 Shining and swift, as mine!


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