All Poems

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Epilogue

© Vachel Lindsay


Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale,
On sunny days have found you weak and still,
Though I have often held your girlish head
Drooped on my shoulder, faint from little ill:—

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A Mother's Answer

© Louisa Lawson

You ask me, dear child, why thus sadly I weep

For baby the angels have taken to keep;

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Concerning Emperors

© Vachel Lindsay

I. GOD SEND THE REGICIDEWould that the lying rulers of the world
Were brought to block for tyrannies abhorred.
Would that the sword of Cromwell and the Lord,
The sword of Joshua and Gideon,

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The Traveller-Heart

© Vachel Lindsay


I would be one with the dark, dark earth:--
Follow the plough with a yokel tread.
I would be part of the Indian corn,
Walking the rows with the plumes o'erhead.

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To J.Q.

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

WHAT are the things that make life bright?

A star gleam in the night.

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The City That Will Not Repent

© Vachel Lindsay

Dance then, wild guests of 'Frisco,
Yellow, bronze, white and red!
Dance by the golden gateway —
Dance, tho' he smite you dead!

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The Death Of Stephen

© John Newton

As some tall rock amidst the waves,
The fury of the tempest braves;
While the fierce billows toiling high,
Break at its foot and murm'ring die:

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Springfield Magical

© Vachel Lindsay

In this, the City of my Discontent,
Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass,
"Romance, Romance — is here. No Hindu town
Is quite so strange. No Citadel of Brass

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The Snow Fairy

© Claude McKay

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Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,

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Sweethearts of the Year

© Vachel Lindsay

Our Sweetheart, Spring, came softly,
Her gliding hands were fire,
Her lilac breath upon our cheeks
Consumed us with desire.

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To The Others

© Katharine Tynan

This was the gleam then that lured from far
Your son and my son to the Holy War:
Your son and my son for the accolade
With the banner of Christ over them, in steel arrayed.

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The Jingo and the Minstrel

© Vachel Lindsay

AN ARGUMENT FOR THE MAINTENANCE OF PEACE AND GOODWILL WITH THE JAPANESE PEOPLEGlossary for the uninstructed and the hasty: Jimmu Tenno, ancestor of all the Japanese Emperors; Nikko, Japan's loveliest shrine; Iyeyasu, her greatest statesman; Bushido, her code of knighthood; The Forty-seven Ronins, her classic heroes; Nogi, her latest hero; Fuji, her most beautiful mountain.
"Now do you know of Avalon
That sailors call Japan?
She holds as rare a chivalry

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The Kingdom of God

© Francis Thompson

  O world invisible, we view thee,
  O world intangible, we touch thee,
  O world unknowable, we know thee,
  Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!

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Song. "No—not to win the world's applause"

© Frances Anne Kemble

No—not to win the world's applause

  Would I be great or good or wise;

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Upon Returning to the Country Road

© Vachel Lindsay

Even the shrewd and bitter,
Gnarled by the old world's greed,
Cherished the stranger softly
Seeing his utter need.

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A Wreath Of Sonnets (12/14)

© France Preseren

Behold how weak and faded they appear!
They have no strength or beauty. Thus the pale
Untended roses in some lonely vale
Midst ruins their sparse heads with sadness rear.

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The Cornfields

© Vachel Lindsay

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

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This, My Song, Is Made For Kerensky

© Vachel Lindsay

Hail the Russian picture around the little box: —
Exiles,
Troops in files,
Generals in uniform,
Mujiks in their smocks,
And holy maiden soldiers who have cut away their locks.