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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Traveller-Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(To a Man who maintained that the Mausoleum is the Stateliest Possible Manner of Interment)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>I would be one with the dark, dark earth:--<br>Follow the plough with a yokel tread.<br>I would be part of the Indian corn,<br>Walking the rows with the plumes o'erhead. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I would be one with the lavish earth, <br>Eating the bee-stung apples red: <br>Walking where lambs walk on the hills;<br>By oak-grove paths to the pools be led.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I would be one with the dark-bright night<br>When sparkling skies and the lightning wed--<br>Walking on with the vicious wind<br>By roads whence even the dogs have fled.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I would be one with the sacred earth<br>On to the end, till I sleep with the dead.<br>Terror shall put no spears through me.<br>Peace shall jewel my shroud instead.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I shall be one with all pit-black things<br>Finding their lowering threat unsaid:<br>Stars for my pillow there in the gloom,--<br>Oak-roots arching about my head!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Stars, like daisies, shall rise through the earth,<br>Acorns fall round my breast that bled.<br>Children shall weave there a flowery chain,<br>Squirrels on acorn-hearts be fed:--</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fruit of the traveller-heart of me,<br>Fruit of my harvest-songs long sped:<br>Sweet with the life of my sunburned days<br>When the sheaves were ripe, and the apples red.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a></strong></div>

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