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. Sweethearts of the Year
3. What the Miner in the Desert Said
4. The Strength of the Lonely
5. The Perfect Marriage

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