The Encyclopaedia

Vachel Lindsay

“If I could set the moon upon
This table,” said my friend,
“Among the standard poets
And brochures without end,
And noble prints of old Japan,
How empty they would seem,
By that encyclopaedia
Of whim and glittering dream.”

Next 10 Poems

• Vachel Lindsay : The Fairy Bridal Hymn
• Vachel Lindsay : The Firemen's Ball
• Vachel Lindsay : The Flower Of Mending
• Vachel Lindsay : The Gamblers
• Vachel Lindsay : The Ghosts Of The Buffaloes
• Vachel Lindsay : The Haughty Snail-king
• Vachel Lindsay : The Hearth Eternal
• Vachel Lindsay : The Illinois Village
• Vachel Lindsay : The Jingo And The Minstrel
• Vachel Lindsay : The King Of Yellow Butterflies

Previous 10 Poems

• Vachel Lindsay : The Empty Boats
• Vachel Lindsay : The Eagle That Is Forgotten
• Vachel Lindsay : The Drunkards In The Street
• Vachel Lindsay : The Drunkard's Funeral
• Vachel Lindsay : The Doll Upon The Topmost Bough
• Vachel Lindsay : The Dangerous Little Boy Fairies
• Vachel Lindsay : The Dandelion
• Vachel Lindsay : The Cornfields
• Vachel Lindsay : The Congo
• Vachel Lindsay : The City That Will Not Repent