Vachel Lindsay Poems

Once I loved a fairy,
Queen Mab it was. Her voice
Was like a little Fountain
That bids the birds rejoice.
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The Moon’s a snowball. See the drifts
Of white that cross the sphere.
The Moon’s a snowball, melted down
A dozen times a year.
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The foolish queen of fairyland
From her milk-white throne in a lily-bell,
Gave command to her cricket-band
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A BROADSIDE DISTRIBUTED IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS


Censers are swinging,
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Though better men may fear that trumpet's warning,
I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning,
With golden hope my spirit still adorning.
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I

Within the town of Buffalo
Are prosy men with leaden eyes.
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A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old.

The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the cause of war in all ages. It shows how the mammoth forces may be either friends or enemies of the struggle for peace. It shows how the dream of peace is unconquerable and eternal.
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When I see a young tree
In its white beginning,
With white leaves
And white buds
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[Supposed to be chanted to some rude instrument at a modern fireplace]


Chant we the story now
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Look you, I'll go pray,
My shame is crying,
My soul is gray and faint,
My faith is dying.
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