Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The Fairy Bridal-Hymn

This is a song to the white-armed one
Cold in the breast as the frost-wrapped Spring, 
Whose feet are slow on the hills of life, 
Whose round mouth rules by whispering. 

This is a song to the white-armed one 
Whose breast shall burn as a Summer field, 
Whose wings shall rise to the doors of gold, 
Whose poppy lips to the God shall yield. 

This is a song to the white-armed one 
When the closing rose shall bind her fast, 
And a song of the song their blood shall sing, 
When the Rose-God drinks her soul at last.

1. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
2. St. Francis of Assisi
3. What the Moon Saw
4. Written for a Musician
5. The Bankrupt Peace-Maker

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