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Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||
EUCLID
Old Euclid drew a circleOn a sand-beach long ago.
He bounded and enclosed it
With angles thus and so.
His set of solemn graybeards
Nodded and argued much
Of arc and of circumference,
Diameter and such.
A silent child stood by them
From morning until noon
Because they drew such charming
Round pictures of the moon.
Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||