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Apology
Be not angry with me that I bear
Your
colours 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 perfumed
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.
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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