We prayed not, yet she came to us,
The silken, shining one,
On Jacob's noble ladder
Descended from the sun.
She reached our town of Every Day,
Our dry and dusty sod-
We prayed not, yet she brought to us
The misty wine of God.

(C) Vachel Lindsay
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Vachel Lindsay

• The Moons The North Winds Cooky
• The Congo
• Simon Legree
• Shakespeare
• Incense
• Kalamazoo
• To Lady Jane
• Euclid
• He Nears The Goal
• The Mouse That Gnawed The Oak-tree Down
• The Leaden-eyed
• Heart Of God
• Heres To The Mice!
• Beyond The Moon
• The Rhymers Reply. Incense And Splendor
• Star Of My Heart
• The Tale Of The Tiger Tree
• The Santa Fe Trail
• The Proud Farmer
• The Sun Says His Prayers
• Sweetheart Winter