Poems by Vachel Lindsay
Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight
... In Springfield, IllinoisIT is portentious, and a thing of state ...
Factory Windows are Always Broken
... Something is rotten--I think, in Denmark ...
On The Garden Wall
... The white-walled garden I had ruled ...
The Dandelion
... To scorn the lawn-mower that would be ...
The Flower-Fed Buffaloes
... But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring ...
An Indian Summer Day on the Prarie
... (IN THE BEGINNING)THE sun is a huntress young, ...
This Section is a Christmas Tree
... Behold the blocks, the Noah's arks, ...
Euclid
... Because they drew such charming ...
What the Ghost of the Gambler Said
... He muttered there, "The moon's a sack ...
The Congo: A Study of the Negro Race
... " II. THEIR IRREPRESSIBLE HIGH SPIRITSWild crap-shooters with a whoop and a call ...
To Gloriana
... And diamond stars, and mists that float ...
The Moon is a Painter
... That night he groped without a lamp ...
Genesis
... Who blew thro' the trees strange breath, ...
Prologue to "Rhymes to be Traded for Bread"
... How strange that in their feasting ...
To Lady Jane
... On his throne, Even me, your far off troubadour, ...
