I know a seraph who has golden eyes, <br />And hair of gold, and body like the snow. <br />Here in the wind I dream her unbound hair <br />Is blowing round me, that desire's sweet glow <br />Has touched her pale keen face, and willful mien. <br />And though she steps as one in manner born <br />To tread the forests of fair Paradise, <br />Dark memory's wood she chooses to adorn. <br />Here with bowed head, bashful with half-desire <br />She glides into my yesterday's deep dream, <br />All glowing by the misty ferny cliff <br />Beside the far forbidden thundering stream. <br />Within my dream I shake with the old flood. <br />I fear its going, ere the spring days go. <br />Yet pray the glory may have deathless years, <br />And kiss her hair, and sweet throat like the snow.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-in-the-wind-on-the-prairie/
