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Vachel Lindsay - In Praise of Songs that Die


Ah, they are passing, passing by,
Wonderful songs, but born to die!
Cries from the infinite human seas,
Waves thrice-winged with harmonies.
Here I stand on a pier in the foam
Seeing the songs to the beach go home,
Dying in sand while the tide flows back,
As it flowed of old in its fated track.
Oh, hurrying tide that will not hear
Your own foam children dying near
Is there no refuge-house of song,
No home, no haven where songs belong?
Oh, precious hymns that come and go!
You perish, and I love you so! 

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Poet: Vachel Lindsay
Poem: In Praise of Songs that Die
Poem of the Day: Mar 3 2009

Comment 1 of 1, added on April 12th, 2014 at 7:25 AM.
I write for a number

I write for a number of reonass. Sometimes because I want to say something to a special person. Sometimes for pure fun (my first novel). Sometimes because as a child I wanted to be an author. Sometimes because I need to express strong feelings and emotions and a poem is the most effective way.

Manae from Slovakia Republic

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