Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||
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WHAT THE FORESTER SAID
The moon is but a candle-glowThat flickers thro' the gloom:
The starry space, a castle hall:
And Earth, the children's room,
Where all night long the old trees stand
To watch the streams asleep:
Grandmothers guarding trundle-beds:
Good shepherds guarding sheep.
Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||