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Vachel Lindsay - The Dreamer
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“Why do you seek the sun,	
In your Bubble-Crown ascending?	
Your chariot will melt to mist,	
Your crown will have an ending.”	
“Nay, sun is but a Bubble,	       
Earth is a whiff of Foam—	
To my caves on the coast of Thule	
Each night I call them home.	
Thence Faiths blow forth to angels	
And Loves blow forth to men—	        
They break and turn to nothing	
And I make them whole again:	
On the crested waves of chaos	
I ride them back reborn:	
New stars I bring at evening	        
For those that burst at morn:	
My soul is the wind of Thule	
And evening is the sign,	
The sun is but a Bubble,	
A fragile child of mine.”
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