 | Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay |  |
From the fairy comes a cry:
From the strange child comes a cry:
“Our pride is eternal, a tree no worm can kill—
It is older than the old oak trees, deathless like the sky.”
From the strange child comes a cry:
“Our pride is eternal, a tree no worm can kill—
It is older than the old oak trees, deathless like the sky.”
| Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | |