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 | Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay |  |
THE VISIT TO MAB
When glad vacation time began
A snail-king said to his dear spouse,
“Come, let us lock our birch-bark house
And visit some important man.
A snail-king said to his dear spouse,
“Come, let us lock our birch-bark house
And visit some important man.
“Each summer we have hoped to go
To see the sultan Gingerbread
Who wears chopped citron on his head
And currant love-locks in a row.
To see the sultan Gingerbread
Who wears chopped citron on his head
And currant love-locks in a row.
“And see his vizier Chocolate Bill
And Popcorn Man, his pale young priest.
They live twelve inches to the east
Behind the lofty brown-bread hill.”
And Popcorn Man, his pale young priest.
They live twelve inches to the east
Behind the lofty brown-bread hill.”
His wife said: “Simple elegance
Is what we want. It is the mode
To take the little western road
To where the blue-grass fairies dance.
Is what we want. It is the mode
To take the little western road
To where the blue-grass fairies dance.
“I think the queen will recognize
Our atmosphere of wealth and ease.
My steel-gray shell is sure to please,
And she will fear your fiery eyes.”
Our atmosphere of wealth and ease.
My steel-gray shell is sure to please,
And she will fear your fiery eyes.”
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And so they visited proud Mab.
The firs were laughing overhead,
The chattering roses burned deep-red.
The snails were queer and dumb and drab.
The firs were laughing overhead,
The chattering roses burned deep-red.
The snails were queer and dumb and drab.
The contrast made them quite the thing.
A setting spells success at times.
Mab gave the queen a book of rhymes.
A tissue-cap she gave the king.
A setting spells success at times.
Mab gave the queen a book of rhymes.
A tissue-cap she gave the king.
Like caps the children wear for sport.
And vainer than he well could say
He called gay Mab his “pride and stay,”
With pompous speeches to the court.
And vainer than he well could say
He called gay Mab his “pride and stay,”
With pompous speeches to the court.
They journeyed home, made young indeed,
But opening the book of song
Each poem looked so deep and long
They could not bear to start to read.
But opening the book of song
Each poem looked so deep and long
They could not bear to start to read.
| Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | |