Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

Titian

Would that such hills and cities round us sang, 
Such vistas of the actual earth and man 
As kindled Titian when his life began; 
Would that this latter Greek could put his gold, 
Wisdom and splendor in our brushes bold 
Till Greece and Venice, children of the sun, 
Become our every-day, and we aspire 
To colors fairer far, and glories higher.

1. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
2. Sweethearts of the Year
3. How a Little Girl Sang
4. Here’s to the Mice!
5. A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People

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