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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mary Pickford</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(On hearing she was leaving the moving-pictures for the stage.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Mary Pickford, doll divine,<br>Year by year, and every day<br>At the movmg-picture play,<br>You have been my valentine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Once a free-limbed page in hose,<br>Baby-Rosalind in flower,<br>Cloakless, shrinking, in that hour<br>How our reverent passion rose,<br>How our fine desire you won.<br>Kitchen-wench another day,<br>Shapeless, wooden every way.<br>Next, a fairy from the sun.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Once you walked a grown-up strand<br>Fish-wife siren, full of lure,<br>Snaring with devices sure<br>Lads who murdered on the sand.<br>But on most days just a child<br>Dimpled as no grown-folk are,<br>Cold of kiss as some north star,<br>Violet from the valleys wild.<br>Snared as innocence must be,<br>Fleeing, prisoned, chained, half-dead—<br>At the end of tortures dread<br>Roaring Cowboys set you free.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fly, O song, to her to-day, <br>Like a cowboy cross the land. <br>Snatch her from Belasco's hand <br>And that prison called Broadway. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=532810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All the village swains await<br>One dear lily-girl demure,<br>Saucy, dancing, cold and pure, <br>Elf who must return in state.</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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