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In Praise Of Gloriana's Remarkable Golden Hair (rhyme For Gloriana)
The gleaming head of one fine friendIs bent above my little song,
So through the treasure-pits of Heaven
In fancy's shoes, I march along.
I wander, seek and peer and ponder
In Splendor's last ensnaring lair--
'Mid burnished harps and burnished crowns
Where noble chariots gleam and flare:
Amid the spirit-coins and gems,
The plates and cups and helms of fire--
The gorgeous-treasure-pits of Heaven--
Where angel-misers slake desire!
O endless treasure-pits of gold
Where silly angel-men make mirth--
I think that I am there this hour,
Though walking in the ways of earth!
(The end)
Vachel Lindsay's poem: In Praise Of Gloriana's Remarkable Golden Hair (rhymes For Gloriana)
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Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons And diamond stars, and mists that float. I bring you moons and snowy clouds, I bring you prairie skies to-night To feebly praise your golden eyes And red-bird song, and throat so white.(The end)Vachel Lindsay's poem: Once More--To Gloriana
Once More--to Gloriana
Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons And diamond stars, and mists that float. I bring you moons and snowy clouds, I bring you prairie skies to-night To feebly praise your golden eyes And red-bird song, and throat so white.(The end)Vachel Lindsay's poem: Once More--To Gloriana
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On Receiving One Of Gloriana's Letters (rhyme For Gloriana)
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