Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay revised and illustrated edition |
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A SONG FOR ELIZABETH |
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Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||
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A SONG FOR ELIZABETH
On the top of my red banner
Is a Psyche-Butterfly,
And I am very proud,
And would lift my banner high,
And march, perhaps, to somewhere,
Or on to splendid nowhere,
Or on to anywhere,
And tell this hour good-by,
And I am in a fidget
To hurry up and get there.
Is a Psyche-Butterfly,
And I am very proud,
And would lift my banner high,
And march, perhaps, to somewhere,
Or on to splendid nowhere,
Or on to anywhere,
And tell this hour good-by,
And I am in a fidget
To hurry up and get there.
But I must be quite still
Or I will spoil my day.
I do not want my heart to die,
I do not want my soul to die,
I do not want that butterfly
To scare and fly away.
Or I will spoil my day.
I do not want my heart to die,
I do not want my soul to die,
I do not want that butterfly
To scare and fly away.
Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||