When Bryan speaks, the town's a hive. <br />From miles around, the autos drive. <br />The sparrow chirps. The rooster crows. <br />The place is kicking and alive. <br /> <br />When Bryan speaks, the bunting glows. <br />The raw procession onward flows. <br />The small dogs bark. The children laugh <br />A wind of springtime fancy blows. <br /> <br />When Bryan speaks, the wigwam shakes. <br />The corporation magnate quakes. <br />The pre-convention plot is smashed. <br />The valiant pleb full-armed awakes. <br /> <br />When Bryan speaks, the sky is ours, <br />The wheat, the forests, and the flowers. <br />And who is here to say us nay? <br />Fled are the ancient tyrant powers. <br /> <br />When Bryan speaks, then I rejoice. <br />His is the strange composite voice <br />Of many million singing souls <br />Who make world-brotherhood their choice.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-bryan-speaks/
