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

Souls

By Fannie Stearns Davis

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?