Fannie Stearns Davis Gold Poems
- 1. The Ancient Beautiful Things
I am all alone in the room.
The evening stretches before me
Like a road all delicate gloom
Till it reaches the midnight's gate.
... - 2. Souls
My Soul goes clad in gorgeous things,
Scarlet and gold and blue;
And at her shoulder sudden wings
Like long flames flicker through.
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