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Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||
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Come let us pray to the Lord of the sky
For revelry,
Fair revelry,
For a marble porch on a threshold old
Where the swan-white flowers of fantasy
Poised in the twilight wondrously,
Come to the eyes like songs to the breast,
While we drink and we conquer gloriously
The fountain springs of Alchemy,
The watercups of the Sons of God
In high Archangel Revelry.
For revelry,
Fair revelry,
For a marble porch on a threshold old
Where the swan-white flowers of fantasy
Poised in the twilight wondrously,
Come to the eyes like songs to the breast,
While we drink and we conquer gloriously
The fountain springs of Alchemy,
The watercups of the Sons of God
In high Archangel Revelry.
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Friendship is that heavenly drink,
Friendship builds those palaces;
What have the angels more than this—
Than friendship, in their chalices?
Oh! God! For the crystal wine we call
Forever strong as the water-fall,
Forever cold as the snowbird's wing,
Forever dear as the desert spring,
Dearest above all;
In a porch called “Beauty,” crumbling not,
In the heaven all men have forgot,
We will sing our praise in the heights of the sky
With revelry, fair revelry.
Friendship builds those palaces;
What have the angels more than this—
Than friendship, in their chalices?
Oh! God! For the crystal wine we call
Forever strong as the water-fall,
Forever cold as the snowbird's wing,
Forever dear as the desert spring,
Dearest above all;
In a porch called “Beauty,” crumbling not,
In the heaven all men have forgot,
We will sing our praise in the heights of the sky
With revelry, fair revelry.
Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||