Plain Beauty, Too

The plain side has its own time and bend--
Not so bright, but long, long --
Which must be known to comprehend
The rainbow song.

Bright colors, alas, can be too easy; shrill
In seeming, rich in fear,
When even fire can be fooled, and Will
Will not stand near.

With effort plain, sharing the ground,
Even a dirge will show an honest face
To anyone whose name is bound
And earned in common space.