Apology by Amy Lowell Lyrics

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.