Sweetheart Summer

Vachel Lindsay

We prayed not, yet she came to us,
The silken, shining one,
On Jacob’s noble ladder
Descended from the sun.
She reached our town of Every Day,
Our dry and dusty sod—
We prayed not, yet she brought to us
The misty wine of God.

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• Vachel Lindsay : The Alchemist's Petition
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• Vachel Lindsay : The Bankrupt Peace Maker
• Vachel Lindsay : The Beggar Speaks
• Vachel Lindsay : The Beggar's Valentine
• Vachel Lindsay : The Black Hawk War Of The Artists
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• Vachel Lindsay : St. Francis Of Assisi
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