BANGLE-SELLERS are we who bear Our shining loads to the temple fair. ... Who will buy these delicate, bright Rainbow-tinted circles of light? Lustrous tokens of radiant lives, For happy daughters and happy wives. Some are meet for a maiden's wrist, Silver and blue as the mountain-mist, Some are flushed like the buds that dream On the tranquil brow of a woodland stream; Some are aglow with the bloom that cleaves To the limpid glory of new-born leaves. Some are like fields of sunlit corn, Meet for a bride on her bridal morn, Some, like the flame of her marriage fire, Or rich with the hue of her heart's desire, Tinkling, luminous, tender, and clear, Like her bridal laughter and bridal tear. Some are purple and gold-flecked grey, For her who has journeyed through life midway, Whose hands have cherished, whose love has blest And cradled fair sons on her faithful breast, Who serves her household in fruitful pride, And worships the gods at her husband's side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS |