Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

The Dandelion

O DANDELION, rich and haughty, 
King of village flowers! 
Each day is coronation time, 
You have no humble hours. 
I like to see you bring a troop 
To beat the blue-grass spears, 
To scorn the lawn-mower that would be 
Like fate’s triumphant shears, 
Your yellow heads are cut away, 
It seems your reign is o’er. 
By noon you raise a sea of stars 
More golden than before.

1. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
2. What the Sexton Said
3. Our Mother Pocahontas
4. The Firemen’s Ball
5. The Leaden-Eyed

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