Vachel Lindsay

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

Lincoln - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all,
That which is gendered in the wilderness
From lonely prairies and God's tenderness.
Imperial soul, star of a weedy stream,
Born where the ghosts of buffaloes still dream,
Whose spirit hoof-beats storm above his grave,
Above that breast of earth and prairie-fire —
Fire that freed the slave.


Comments about Lincoln by Vachel Lindsay

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: lonely, fire, star, dream, god



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Report Error]