Vachel Lindsay

(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

Friends, I Will Not Cease - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: funeral


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 10, 2015



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