 | Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay |  |
TO A GOLDEN-HAIRED GIRL IN A LOUISIANA TOWN
You are a sunrise,If a star should rise instead of the sun.
You are a moonrise,
If a star should come, in the place of the moon.
You are the Spring,
If a face should bloom,
Instead of an apple-bough.
You are my love
If your heart is as kind
As your young eyes now.
| Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | |