My Soul goes clad in gorgeous things, <br /> Scarlet and gold and blue; <br />And at her shoulder sudden wings <br /> Like long flames flicker through. <br /> <br />And she is swallow-fleet, and free <br /> From mortal bonds and bars. <br />She laughs, because Eternity <br /> Blossoms for her with stars! <br /> <br />O folk who scorn my stiff gray gown, <br /> My dull and foolish face, -- <br />Can ye not see my Soul flash down, <br /> A singing flame through space? <br /> <br />And folk, whose earth-stained looks I hate, <br /> Why may I not divine <br />Your Souls, that must be passionate, <br /> Shining and swift, as mine!<br /><br />Fannie Stearns Davis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/souls-4/
