Epilogue. Under The Blessing Of Your Psyche Wings

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Title:     Epilogue. Under The Blessing Of Your Psyche Wings
Author: Vachel Lindsay [More Titles by Lindsay]

Though I have found you like a snow-drop pale,
On sunny days have found you weak and still,
Though I have often held your girlish head
Drooped on my shoulder, faint from little ill:--

Under the blessing of your Psyche-wings
I hide to-night like one small broken bird,
So soothed I half-forget the world gone mad:--
And all the winds of war are now unheard.

My heaven-doubting pennons feel your hands
With touch most delicate so circling round,
That for an hour I dream that God is good.
And in your shadow, Mercy's ways abound.

I thought myself the guard of your frail state,
And yet I come to-night a helpless guest,
Hiding beneath your giant Psyche-wings,
Against the pallor of your wondrous breast.

[The end]
Vachel Lindsay's poem: Epilogue. Under The Blessing Of Your Psyche Wings

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