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A Net To Snare The Moonlight Post by :Safari Category :Poems Author :Vachel Lindsay Date :March 2011 Read :3260

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A Net To Snare The Moonlight

(What the Man of Faith said)

The dew, the rain and moonlight
All prove our Father's mind.
The dew, the rain and moonlight
Descend to bless mankind.

Come, let us see that all men
Have land to catch the rain,
Have grass to snare the spheres of dew,
And fields spread for the grain.

Yea, we would give to each poor man
Ripe wheat and poppies red,--
A peaceful place at evening
With the stars just overhead:

A net to snare the moonlight,
A sod spread to the sun,
A place of toil by daytime,
Of dreams when toil is done.

(The end)
Vachel Lindsay's poem: Net To Snare The Moonlight

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