Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The Queen of Bubbles

[Written for a picture]

The Youth speaks: —:
”Why do you seek the sun 
In your bubble-crown ascending? 
Your chariot will melt to mist. 
Your crown will have an ending.” 

The Goddess replies: — :
”Nay, sun is but a bubble, 
Earth is a whiff of foam — 
To my caves on the coast of Thule 
Each night I call them home. 
Thence Faiths blow forth to angels 
And loves blow forth to men — 
They break and turn to nothing 
And I make them whole again. 
On the crested waves of chaos 
I ride them back reborn: 
New stars I bring at evening 
For those that burst at morn: 
My soul is the wind of Thule 
And evening is the sign — 
The sun is but a bubble, 
A fragile child of mine.”

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3. The Haughty Snail-King
4. What the Sexton Said
5. To Reformers in Despair

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