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.”

1. To the United States Senate
2. The Perfect Marriage
3. On the Building of Springfield
4. To Reformers in Despair
5. The Master of the Dance

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