St. Francis of Assisi (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important ...
This is the song The spice-tree sings: "Hunger and fire, Hunger and fire, Sky-born Beauty- Spice of desire," Under the ...
Chant we the story now Tho' in a ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
UNDER THE BLESSING OF YOUR PSYCHE WINGS Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale, On sunny days have ...
Kiss me and comfort my heart Maiden honest and fine. I am the pilgrim boy Lame, but hunting the shrine; ...
Oh, once I walked a garden In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass. And many orange-trees grew there In sand as white ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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