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Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей) The North Star Whispers to the Blacksmith’s Son THE North Star whispers: ”You are one Of those whose course no chance can change. You blunder, but are not undone, Your spirit-task is fixed and strange. ”When here you walk, a bloodless shade, A singer all men else forget. Your chants of hammer, forge and spade Will move the prarie-village yet. ”That young, stiff-necked, reviling town Beholds your fancies on her walls, And paints them out or tears them down, Or bars them from her feasting halls. ”Yet shall the fragments still remain; Yet shall remain some watch-tower strong That ivy-vines will not disdain, Haunted and trembling with your song. ”Your flambeau in the dusk shall burn, Flame high in storms, flame white and clear; Your ghost in gleaming robes return And burn a deathless incense here.” Vachel Lindsay's other poems:
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