Souls
Born 1884
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!
DayPoems Poem No. 1194
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1194.html">Souls by Fannie Stearns Davis</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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