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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Apology

By Amy Lowell

BE not angry with me that I bear

Your colors everywhere,

All through each crowded street,

And meet

The wonder-light in every eye,

As I go by.

Each plodding wayfarer looks up to gaze,

Blinded by rainbow-haze,

The stuff of happiness,

No less,

Which wraps me in its glad-hued folds

Of peacock golds.

Before my feet the dusty, rough-paved way

Flushes beneath its gray.

My steps fall ringed with light,

So bright

It seems a myriad suns are strown

About the town.

Around me is the sound of steepled bells,

And rich perfumèd smells

Hang like a wind-forgotten cloud,

And shroud

Me from close contact with the world.

I dwell, impearled.

You blazon me with jewelled insignia.

A flaming nebula

Rims in my life. And yet

You set

The word upon me, unconfessed,

To go unguessed.