Fannie Stearns Davis: Souls

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!