Poem by Vachel Lindsay

What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said

The moon’s a gong, hung in the wild,
Whose song the fays hold dear.
Of course you do not hear it, child.
It takes a FAIRY ear.

The full moon is a splendid gong
That beats as night grows still.
It sounds above the evening song
Of dove or whippoorwill.

1. The Drunkards in the Street
2. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
3. The Leaden-Eyed
4. What the Sexton Said
5. Upon Returning to the Country Road

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