Souls. [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!