Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Souls
By Fannie Stearns Davis
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Scarlet and gold and blue.
And at her shoulder sudden wings
Like long flames flicker through.
From mortal bonds and bars.
She laughs, because eternity
Blossoms for her with stars!
My dull and foolish face,
Can ye not see my soul flash down,
A singing flame through space?
Why may I not divine
Your souls, that must be passionate,
Shining and swift, as mine?