Vachel Lindsay - What the Young Rhymer Said lyrics

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Vachel Lindsay - What the Young Rhymer Said lyrics

No poet spent with visions, Bit by the City's teeth, Laughing at fortune, seeking Fame and the singer's wreath, But must grow brave this evening, Humming a wilder tune, Armed against men and nations. Why? He beholds the moon!