Fannie Stearns Davis

(1884-1966 / United States)

Souls - Poem by 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!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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