Sometimes we remember kisses,
Remember the dear heart-leap when they came:
Not always, but sometimes we remember
The kindness, the dumbness, the good flame
Of laughter and farewell.
Beside the road
Afar from those who said “Good-by” I write,
Far from my city task, my lawful load.

Sun in my face, wind beside my shoulder,
Streaming clouds, banners of new-born night
Enchant me now. The splendors growing bolder
Make bold my soul for some new wise delight.

I write the day’s event, and quench my drouth,
Pausing beside the spring with happy mind.
And now I feel those kisses on my mouth,
Hers most of all, one little friend most kind.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Vachel Lindsay's poem By the Spring, at Sunset

1 Comment

  1. Priscilla N. says:

    This is the best poem I ever read. To me, I think Vachel Lindsay have alot of great poems and kids might look up to him as their hero or so…

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