What The Ghost Of The Gambler Said

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Title:     What The Ghost Of The Gambler Said
Author: Vachel Lindsay [More Titles by Lindsay]

Where now the huts are empty,
Where never a camp-fire glows,
In an abandoned canyon,
A Gambler's Ghost arose.
He muttered there, "The moon's a sack
Of dust." His voice rose thin:
"I wish I knew the miner-man.
I'd play, and play to win.
In every game in Cripple-creek
Of old, when stakes were high,
I held my own. Now I would play
For that sack in the sky.
The sport would not be ended there.
'Twould rather be begun.
I'd bet my moon against his stars,
And gamble for the sun."

[The end]
Vachel Lindsay's poem: What The Ghost Of The Gambler Said

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