Girl with the burning golden eyes,
And red-bird song, and snowy throat:
I bring you gold and silver moons,
And diamond stars, and mists that float.
I bring you moons and snowy clouds,
I bring you prarie skies to-night
To feebly praise your golden eyes
And red-bird song, and throat so white.
More verses by Vachel Lindsay
- Epilogue
- What The Scare-Crow Said
- Rhymes For Gloriana
- The Amaranth
- Prologue To Rhymes To Be Traded For Bread