Sweetheart Summer
Vachel Lindsay
We prayed not, yet she came to us, The silken, shining one, On Jacob’s noble ladder Descended from the sun. She reached our town of Every Day, Our dry and dusty sod— We prayed not, yet she brought to us The misty wine of God.
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