The Cornfields Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The Cornfields

Rating: 2.9


The cornfields rise above mankind,
Lifting white torches to the blue,
Each season not ashamed to be
Magnificently decked for you.

What right have you to call them yours,
And in brute lust of riches burn
Without some radiant penance wrought,
Some beautiful, devout return?

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Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay

Springfield, Illinois
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