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The Illinois Village

© Vachel Lindsay

O you who lose the art of hope,
Whose temples seem to shrine a lie,
Whose sidewalks are but stones of fear,
Who weep that Liberty must die,

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 floor.
He had hammer and nails that he laid by the door.

The Beggar's Valentine

© Vachel Lindsay

Kiss me and comfort my heart
Maiden honest and fine.
I am the pilgrim boy
Lame, but hunting the shrine;

The Song of the Garden-Toad

© Vachel Lindsay

Down, down beneath the daisy beds,
O hear the cries of pain!
And moaning on the cinder-path
They're blind amid the rain.

The Two Blackbirds

© George Meredith

A blackbird in a wicker cage,
That hung and swung 'mid fruits and flowers,
Had learnt the song-charm, to assuage
The drearness of its wingless hours.

To the United States Senate

© Vachel Lindsay

And must the Senator from Illinois
Be this squat thing, with blinking, half-closed eyes?
This brazen gutter idol, reared to power
Upon a leering pyramid of lies?

The Drunkards in the Street

© Vachel Lindsay

The Drunkards in the street are calling one another,
Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay,
Publicans and wantons
Calling, laughing, calling,
While the Spirit bloweth Space and Time away.

The Amaranth

© Vachel Lindsay

Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . .
Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and yawns
And the tremendous Amaranth descends
Sweet with the glory of ten thousand dawns?

The Master of the Dance

© Vachel Lindsay

A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher.
IA master deep-eyed
Ere his manhood was ripe,
He sang like a thrush,

Twenty-One Love Poems XV

© Adrienne Rich

The Traveller-Heart

© Vachel Lindsay

I would be one with the dark, dark earth:--
Follow the plough with a yokel tread.
I would be part of the Indian corn,
Walking the rows with the plumes o'erhead.

To J.Q.

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

WHAT are the things that make life bright?

A star gleam in the night.

The City That Will Not Repent

© Vachel Lindsay

Dance then, wild guests of 'Frisco,
Yellow, bronze, white and red!
Dance by the golden gateway
Dance, tho' he smite you dead!

The Death Of Stephen

© John Newton

As some tall rock amidst the waves,
The fury of the tempest braves;
While the fierce billows toiling high,
Break at its foot and murm'ring die:

The Snow Fairy

© Claude McKay

I

Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,

To The Others

This was the gleam then that lured from far
Your son and my son to the Holy War:
Your son and my son for the accolade
With the banner of Christ over them, in steel arrayed.

The Jingo and the Minstrel

AN ARGUMENT FOR THE MAINTENANCE OF PEACE AND GOODWILL WITH THE JAPANESE PEOPLEGlossary for the uninstructed and the hasty: Jimmu Tenno, ancestor of all the Japanese Emperors; Nikko, Japan's loveliest shrine; Iyeyasu, her greatest statesman; Bushido, her code of knighthood; The Forty-seven Ronins, her classic heroes; Nogi, her latest hero; Fuji, her most beautiful mountain.
"Now do you know of Avalon
That sailors call Japan?
She holds as rare a chivalry