The cloak Life made for her was gray in hue And shaped to hide her lissomness of line, But from the scrap-bags of the folk she knew She cut and fashioned many a gay design And made a border full of fruit and flowers, Orange and green and gold, with here and there A butterfly that danced away the hours, Or red-bird darting through the sun-filled air. A scrap of song a lover sang one day, The kiss a mother gave her latest born, The happy laughter of a child at play Were fashioned all her gray cloak to adorn. And neighbors, passing in and out her door, Envied the glorious garment that she wore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG STALKING LEMURS by KAREN SWENSON FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE A GIFT OF SPRING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SPHINX-MONEY by MATHILDE BLIND FOR THERE IS NO HELP IN THEM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO MY DOG, JOWLER by JONATHAN DORR BRADLEY |