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       # 2024-04-01 - The Lame Boy And The Fairy by Vachel Lindsay
       
 (IMG) Boy With Wings
       
       ## Notes
       
       A Poem Game.  Intended for chanting, dance, and pantomime.
       To be chanted with a suggestion of Chopin's Berceuse.
       
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       ## The Lame Boy And The Fairy
       
       A lame boy
       Met a fairy
       In a meadow
       Where the bells grow.
       And the fairy
       Kissed him gaily.
       And the fairy
       Gave him friendship,
       Gave him healing,
       Gave him wings.
       
       "All the fashions
       I will give you.
       You will fly, dear,
       All the long year.
       
       "Wings of springtime,
       Wings of summer,
       Wings of autumn,
       Wings of winter!
       
       "Here is
       A dress for springtime."
       And she gave him
       A dress of grasses,
       Orchard blossoms,
       Wildflowers found in
       Mountain passes,
       Shoes of song and
       Wings of rhyme.
       
       "Here is
       A dress for summer."
       And she gave him
       A hat of sunflowers,
       A suit of poppies,
       Clover, daisies,
       All from wheat-sheaves
       In harvest time;
       Shoes of song and
       Wings of rhyme.
       
       "Here is
       A dress for autumn."
       And she gave him
       A suit of red haw,
       Hickory, apple,
       Elder, paw paw,
       Maple, hazel,
       Elm and grape leaves.
       And blue
       And white
       Cloaks of smoke,
       And veils of sunlight,
       From the Indian summer prime!
       Shoes of song and
       Wings of rhyme.
       
       "Here is
       A dress for winter."
       And she gave him
       A polar bear suit,
       And he heard the
       Christmas horns toot,
       And she gave him
       Green festoons and
       Red balloons and
       All the sweet cakes
       And the snow flakes
       Of Christmas time,
       Shoes of song and
       Wings of rhyme.
       
       And the fairy
       Kept him laughing,
       Led him dancing,
       Kept him climbing
       On the hill tops
       Toward the moon.
       
       "We shall see silver ships.
       We shall see singing ships,
       Valleys of spray today,
       Mountains of foam.
       We have been long away,
       Far from our wonderland.
       Here come the ships of love
       Taking us home.
       
       "Who are our captains bold?
       They are the saints of old.
       One is Saint Christopher.
       He takes your hand.
       He leads the cloudy fleet.
       He gives us bread and meat.
       His is our ship till
       We reach our dear land.
       
       "Where is our house to be?
       Far in the ether sea.
       There where the North Star
       Is moored in the deep.
       Sleepy old comets nod
       There on the silver sod.
       Sleepy young fairy flowers
       Laugh in their sleep.
       
       "A hundred years
       And
       A day,
       There we will fly
       And play
       I spy and cross tag.
       And meet on the high way,
       And call to the game
       Little Red Riding Hood,
       Goldilocks, Santa Claus,
       Every beloved
       And heart-shaking name."
       
       And the lame child
       And the fairy
       Journeyed far, far
       To the North Star.
       
       author: Lindsay, Vachel, 1879-1931
 (TXT) detail: gopher://gopherpedia.com/0/Vachel_Lindsay
       LOC:    PS3523.I58 G5
       title:  The Golden Whales of California
 (DIR) source: gopher://gopher.pglaf.org/1/6/9/9/6/69969/
       
       tags: poem
       
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