Vachel Lindsay (Вэчел Линдсей)

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Look you, I’ll go pray, 
My shame is crying, 
My soul is gray and faint, 
My faith is dying. 
Look you, I’ll go pray — 
”Sweet Mary, make me clean, 
Thou rainstorm of the soul, 
Thou wine from worlds unseen.”

1. With a Bouquet of Twelve Roses
2. The Leaden-Eyed
3. What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said
4. The Drunkards in the Street
5. What the Sexton Said

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