How the red bells rang
As I neared the Chaos-shore!
As I flew across to the end of the West
The young bells rang and rang
Above the Chaos roar,
And the Wings of the Morning
Beat in tune
And bore me like a bird along -
And the nearing star turned to a moon -
Gray moon, with a brow of red -
Gray moon with a golden song.
Like a diver after pearls
I plunged to that stifling floor.
It was wide as a giant's wheat-field
An icy, wind-washed shore.
O laughing, proud, but trembling star!
O wind that wounded sore!
He Nears The Goal
Vachel Lindsay
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Poem topics: song, bird, field, young, wide, morning, floor, golden, red, star, wind, shore, chaos, moon, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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