Poems by Vachel Lindsay
God Send The Regicide
... Would that the sword of Cromwell and the Lord, ...
The Doll Upon The Topmost Bough
... This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, ...
The Rhymers Reply. Incense And Splendor
... Wild was their peace, and dawn-bright their array! ...
The Dangerous Little Boy Fairies
... Would rather fight than eat their meals ...
In Praise Of Glorianas Remarkable Golden Hair
... Mid burnished harps and burnished crowns ...
The Mouse That Gnawed The Oak-Tree Down
... Ill make this ancient swamp more light, ...
At Mass
... My God, my God, this marvelous hour ...
The Lion
... He cuffs his wife and bites her ears ...
The Little Turtle
... A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old ...
The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly
... My ghost came back to haunt her ...
What the Sexton Said
... It says the world is one great grave ...
