Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

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Look you, I’ll go pray, 
My shame is crying, 
My soul is gray and faint, 
My faith is dying. 
Look you, I’ll go pray — 
”Sweet Mary, make me clean, 
Thou rainstorm of the soul, 
Thou wine from worlds unseen.”

1. The Illinois Village
2. The Prarie Battlements
3. The King of Yellow Butterflies
4. The Spice-Tree
5. The Alchemist’s Petition

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