Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The Strength of the Lonely

(What the Mendicant Said)

The moon’s a monk, unmated, 
Who walks his cell, the sky.
His strength is that of heaven-vowed men
Who all life’s flames defy.

They turn to stars or shadows,
They go like snow or dew—
Leaving behind no sorrow—
Only the arching blue.

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2. What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said
3. The Drunkards in the Street
4. The Leaden-Eyed
5. What the Sexton Said

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