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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WARRIOR'S PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 32 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 23. LOVE'S BAUBLES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ANONYMOUS by JOHN BANISTER TABB TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |