 | Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay |  |
PARVENU
Where does Cinderella sleep?
By Heaven's jungle-river,
A secret place her burning Prince
Decks, while his heart-strings quiver.
By Heaven's jungle-river,
A secret place her burning Prince
Decks, while his heart-strings quiver.
Homesick for our cinder world,
Her low-born shoulders shiver;
She longs for sleep in cinders curled—
We, for the jungle-river.
Her low-born shoulders shiver;
She longs for sleep in cinders curled—
We, for the jungle-river.
| Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | |