Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

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.

1. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
2. The Master of the Dance
3. St. Francis of Assisi
4. What the Moon Saw
5. The Bankrupt Peace-Maker

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