Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

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Look you, I’ll go pray, 
My shame is crying, 
My soul is gray and faint, 
My faith is dying. 
Look you, I’ll go pray — 
”Sweet Mary, make me clean, 
Thou rainstorm of the soul, 
Thou wine from worlds unseen.”

1. The Strength of the Lonely
2. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
3. The Master of the Dance
4. Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket
5. Sweet Briars of the Stairways

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