Raiment Poem by Lesbia Harford

Raiment

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I cannot be tricked out in lovely clothes
All times, all days.
My mind has moods of hating pearl and rose
And jewel-blaze.
Nor is the body worthily attired
Unless the soul
Has visibly to nobleness aspired
And self-control.

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