Friends, I Will Not Cease Poem by Vachel Lindsay

Friends, I Will Not Cease



Friends, I will not cease hoping though you weep.
Such things I see, and some of them shall come,
Though now or streets are harsh and ashen-gray,
Though our strong youths are strident now, or dumb.
Friends, that sweet town, that wonder-town, shall rise.
Naught can delay it. Though it may not be
Just as I dream, it comes at last I know,
With streets like channels of an incense-sea.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funeral
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Chubby bunny 25 April 2018

Such an inspiring poem

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Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay

Springfield, Illinois
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