Author: Vachel Lindsay

“If I could set the moon upon This table,” said my friend, “Among the standard poets And brouchures without end, […]

What the Carpenter Said THE moon’s a cottage with a door. Some folks can see it plain. Look, you may […]

Would that by Hindu magic we became Dark monks of jeweled India long ago, Sitting at Prince Siddartha’s feet to […]

Your dust will be upon the wind Within some certain years, Though you be sealed in lead to-day Amid the […]

Sweetheart Spring Our Sweetheart, Spring, came softly, Her gliding hands were fire, Her lilac breath upon our cheeks Consumed us […]

(A Negro Sermon.) Once, in a night as black as ink, She drove him out when he would not drink. […]

I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important […]

[Written to the Most Beautiful Woman in the World] M< sweetheart is the truth beyond the moon, And never have […]

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sat gossiping with Robert. (She was really a raving beauty in her day. With Mary Pickford curls […]

O great heart of God, Once vague and lost to me, Why do I throb with your throb to-night, In […]

There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went […]

I. SPEAK NOW FOR PEACE Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen, Stand now for peace, (though anger […]

The moon’s a brass-hooped water-keg, A wondrous water-feast. If I could climb the ridge and drink And give drink to […]

A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS Galahad. . . soldier that […]

Where a river roars in rapids And doves in maples fret, Where peace has decked the pastures Our guardian angels […]

[Concerning Edgar Allan Poe] Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and […]

WHERE now the huts are empty, Where never a camp-fire glows, In an abandoned cañon, A Gambler’s Ghost arose. He […]

Would that such hills and cities round us sang, Such vistas of the actual earth and man As kindled Titian […]

NO man should stand before the moon To make sweet song thereon, With dandified importance, His sense of humor gone. […]

[In memory of E. S. Frazee, Rush County, Indiana] Into the acres of the newborn state He poured his strength, […]

Written to Miss Alice L. F. Fitzgerald, Edith Cavell memorial nurse, going to the front. Your fine white hand is […]

In Springfield, Illinois IT is portentious, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A […]

I went down into the desert To meet Elijah- Arisen from the dead. I thought to. find him in an […]

Two old crows sat on a fence rail. Two old crows sat on a fence rail, Thinking of effect and […]

UNDER THE BLESSING OF YOUR PSYCHE WINGS Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale, On sunny days have […]

Let not young souls be smothered out before They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. It is the […]

I. THE DOLL UPON THE TOPMOST BOUGH This doll upon the topmost bough, This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, Was taken […]

Ah, she was music in herself, A symphony of joyousness. She sang, she sang from finger tips, From every tremble […]

A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. […]

On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father’s house With your cheeks […]