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.