Vachel Lindsay

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

What The Gray-Winged Fairy Said - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The moon's a gong, hung in the wild,
Whose song the fays hold dear.
Of course you do not hear it, child.
It takes a FAIRY ear.

The full moon is a splendid gong
That beats as night grows still.
It sounds above the evening song
Of dove or whippoorwill.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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