OLD Euclid drew a circle 
On a sand-beach long ago. 
He bounded and enclosed it 
With angles thus and so. 
His set of solemn greybeards 
Nodded and argued much 
Of arc and circumference, 
Diameter and such. 
A silent child stood by them 
From morning until noon 
Because they drew such charming 
Round pictures of the moon.

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Poet: Vachel Lindsay (Vachel Lindsay Art)
Poem: Euclid
Poem of the Day: Jul 26 2002

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