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Vachel Lindsay

• The Soul Of The City Receives The Gift Of The Holy Spirit
• The Spice-Tree
• The Spider And The Ghost Of The Fly
• The Strength Of The Lonely
• The Sun Says His Prayers
• The Tale Of The Tiger-Tree
• The Trap
• The Traveller-Heart
• The Tree Of Laughing Bells
• The Unpardonable Sin
• The Voice Of The Man Impatient With Visions And Utopias
• The Voyage
• The Wedding Of The Rose And The Lotos
• The Wizard In The Street
• This Section Is A Christmas Tree
• This, My Song, Is Made For Kerensky
• Titian
• To Buddha
• To Gloriana
• To Jane Addams At The Hague
• To Lady Jane
• To Mary Pickford
• To Reformers In Despair
• To The United States Senate
• Tolstoi Is Plowing Yet
• Two Easter Stanzas
• Two Old Crows
• Upon Returning To The Country Road
• We Meet At The Judgment And I Fear It Not
• What Grandpa Mouse Said
• What Semiramis Said
• What The Coal-Heaver Said
• What The Forester Said
• What The Ghost Of The Gambler Said
• What The Gray-Winged Fairy Said
• What The Hyena Said
• What The Miner In The Desert Said
• What The Moon Saw
• What The Rattlesnake Said
• What The Scare-Crow Said
• What The Sexton Said
• What The Snow Man Said
• When Bryan Speaks
• When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich
• Where Is David, The Next King Of Israel?
• Where Is The Real Non-Resistant
• Who Knows?
• Why I Voted The Socialist Ticket
• With A Bouquet Of Twelve Roses
• Written For A Musician