Amy Lowell: Fragment

Fragment

What is poetry?  Is it a mosaic  Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought  Into a pattern?  Rather glass that's taught By patient labor any hue to take And glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make  Beauty a thing of awe; where sunbeams caught,  Transmuted fall in sheafs of rainbows fraught With storied meaning for religion's sake.