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Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay

revised and illustrated edition

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Anno Domini 28. Nine years later.

Still Set cried on with his eternal spell,
With the old charge that would not be put down:—
“Your granite hieroglyphic, still is you!
The written rumour of your name is you,
To the farthest caves of long reëchoing time.”