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| 3741. | In Praise of Songs that Die by Vachel Lindsay | | AFTER HAVING READ A GREAT DEAL OF GOOD CURRENT POETRY IN THE MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPERS
Ah, they are passing, passing by,
Wonderful songs, but bor... |
| 3742. | Upon Returning to the Country Road by Vachel Lindsay | | Even the shrewd and bitter,
Gnarled by the old world's greed,
Cherished the stranger softly
Seeing his utter need.
Shelter and patient hearing... |
| 3743. | Springfield Magical by 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 str... |
| 3744. | The City That Will Not Repent by Vachel Lindsay | | Climbing the heights of Berkeley
Nightly I watch the West.
There lies new San Francisco,
Sea-maid in purple dressed,
Wearing a dancer's girdle... |
| 3745. | Concerning Emperors by Vachel Lindsay | | I. GOD SEND THE REGICIDE
Would that the lying rulers of the world
Were brought to block for tyrannies abhorred.
Would that the sword of Cromwell ... |
| 3746. | Epilogue by Vachel Lindsay | | UNDER THE BLESSING OF YOUR PSYCHE WINGS
Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale,
On sunny days have found you weak and still,
Though I h... |
| 3747. | Galahad, Knight Who Perished by Vachel Lindsay | | A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS
Galahad . . . soldier that perished . . . ages ... |
| 3748. | Look You, I'll Go Pray by Vachel Lindsay | | Look you, I'll go pray,
My shame is crying,
My soul is gray and faint,
My faith is dying.
Look you, I'll go pray —
"Sweet Mary, make me cl... |
| 3749. | The Bankrupt Peace-Maker by Vachel Lindsay | | I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room.
The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom.
His web feet left dreadful slime tracks on the floo... |
| 3750. | On the Building of Springfield by Vachel Lindsay | | Let not our town be large, remembering
That little Athens was the Muses' home,
That Oxford rules the heart of London still,
That Florence gave t... |
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