Nicholas Vachel Lindsay: The Dreamer

The Dreamer

Nicholas Vachel Lindsay

"Why do you seek the sun, In your Bubble-Crown ascending? Your chariot will melt to mist, Your crown will have an ending." "Nay, sun is but a Bubble, Earth is a whiff of Foam — To my caves on the coast of Thule Each night I call them home. Thence Faiths blow forth to angels And Loves blow forth to men — They break and turn to nothing And I make them whole again: On the crested waves of chaos I ride them back reborn: New stars I bring at evening For those that burst at morn: My soul is the wind of Thule And evening is the sign, The sun is but a Bubble, A fragile child of mine."