The cloak Life made for her was gray in hue And shaped to hide her lissomness of line, But from the scrap-bags of the folk she knew She cut and fashioned many a gay design And made a border full of fruit and flowers, Orange and green and gold, with here and there A butterfly that danced away the hours, Or red-bird darting through the sun-filled air. A scrap of song a lover sang one day, The kiss a mother gave her latest born, The happy laughter of a child at play Were fashioned all her gray cloak to adorn. And neighbors, passing in and out her door, Envied the glorious garment that she wore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ITINERANT POET'S ROAD SONG by KAREN SWENSON LIFE'S MIRROR by MARY AINGE DE VERE LAMENT FOR [THE DEATH OF] THOMAS DAVIS by SAMUEL FERGUSON WHAT TOMAS AN BUILE SAID IN A PUB by JAMES STEPHENS TO THE MOCKINGBIRD by RICHARD HENRY WILDE PEBBLES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING IN MEMORIAM, A.H. by MAURICE BARING URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FIRST CANTO, OR NEW MOON by WILLIAM BASSE |