APOLOGY
Be not angry with me that I bearYour colors everywhere,All through each crowded street,And meetThe 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 foldsOf peacock golds.Before my feet the dusty, rough-paved wayFlushes beneath its gray.My steps fall ringed with light,So bright,It seems a myriad suns are strownAbout the town.Around me is the sound of steepled bells,And rich perfumèd smellsHang like a wind-forgotten cloud,And shroudMe from close contact with the world.I dwell impearled.You blazon me with jeweled insignia.A flaming nebulaRims in my life. And yetYou setThe word upon me, unconfessedTo go unguessed.Amy Lowell
Be not angry with me that I bearYour colors everywhere,All through each crowded street,And meetThe 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 foldsOf peacock golds.Before my feet the dusty, rough-paved wayFlushes beneath its gray.My steps fall ringed with light,So bright,It seems a myriad suns are strownAbout the town.Around me is the sound of steepled bells,And rich perfumèd smellsHang like a wind-forgotten cloud,And shroudMe from close contact with the world.I dwell impearled.You blazon me with jeweled insignia.A flaming nebulaRims in my life. And yetYou setThe word upon me, unconfessedTo go unguessed.Amy Lowell
Be not angry with me that I bearYour colors everywhere,All through each crowded street,And meetThe wonder-light in every eye,As I go by.
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 foldsOf peacock golds.
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 wayFlushes beneath its gray.My steps fall ringed with light,So bright,It seems a myriad suns are strownAbout the town.
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 smellsHang like a wind-forgotten cloud,And shroudMe from close contact with the world.I dwell impearled.
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 jeweled insignia.A flaming nebulaRims in my life. And yetYou setThe word upon me, unconfessedTo go unguessed.
You blazon me with jeweled insignia.
A flaming nebula
Rims in my life. And yet
You set
The word upon me, unconfessed
To go unguessed.
Amy Lowell