He Nears the Goal
How the red bells rang As I neared the Chaos-shore! As I flew across to the end of the West The young bells rang and rang Above the Chaos roar, And the Wings of the Morning Beat in tune And bore me like a bird along - And the nearing star turned to a moon - Gray moon, with a brow of red - Gray moon with a golden song. Like a diver after pearls I plunged to that stifling floor. It was wide as a giant's wheat-field An icy, wind-washed shore. O laughing, proud, but trembling star! O wind that wounded sore!
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"How the red bells rang..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Vachel Lindsay delivers a powerful performance in "He Nears the Goal"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...