Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said

The moon’s a gong, hung in the wild,
Whose song the fays hold dear.
Of course you do not hear it, child.
It takes a FAIRY ear.

The full moon is a splendid gong
That beats as night grows still.
It sounds above the evening song
Of dove or whippoorwill.

1. The Merciful Hand
2. When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich
3. The King of Yellow Butterflies
4. Above the Battle’s Front
5. What the Moon Saw

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