Friends, I Will Not Cease

Vachel Lindsay

 
Friends, I will not cease hoping though you weep.
Such things I see, and some of them shall come,
Though now or streets are harsh and ashen-gray,
Though our strong youths are strident now, or dumb.
Friends, that sweet town, that wonder-town, shall rise.
Naught can delay it. Though it may not be
Just as I dream, it comes at last I know,
With streets like channels of an incense-sea.
 
From "The Amaranth" by Vachel Lindsay, 1914.

Poems by This Author

Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight by Vachel Lindsay
It is portentous, and a thing of state
My Lady Is Compared to a Young Tree by Vachel Lindsay
When I see a young tree
The Dandelion by Vachel Lindsay
O dandelion, rich and haughty
The Horrid Voice of Science by Vachel Lindsay
There's machinery in the butterfly


Further Reading

Poems For Graduation
As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world's a stage]
by William Shakespeare
Beyond the Years
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Dreams
by Langston Hughes
First Gestures
by Julia Spicher Kasdorf
If—
by Rudyard Kipling
Invictus
by William Ernest Henley
Knows how to forget! (433)
by Emily Dickinson
My Heart Leaps Up
by William Wordsworth
The Character of a Happy Life
by Sir Henry Wotton
The Choir Invisible
by George Eliot
The Graduate Leaving College
by George Moses Horton
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
The Writer
by Richard Wilbur
Today We Make the Poet's Words Our Own
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Up-Hill
by Christina Rossetti