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[Written for a picture]The Youth speaks: —:"Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending?
Your chariot will melt to mist.
Your crown will have an ending." The Goddess replies: — :"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."
Vachel Lindsay
Nicholas Vachel Lindsay (November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931) was an American poet. He is considered a founder of modern singing poetry, as he
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