“Why do you seek the sun, <br />In your Bubble-Crown ascending? <br />Your chariot will melt to mist, <br />Your crown will have an ending.” <br />“Nay, sun is but a Bubble, <br />Earth is a whiff of Foam— <br />To my caves on the coast of Thule <br />Each night I call them home. <br />Thence Faiths blow forth to angels <br />And Loves blow forth to men— <br />They break and turn to nothing <br />And I make them whole again: <br />On the crested waves of chaos <br />I ride them back reborn: <br />New stars I bring at evening <br />For those that burst at morn: <br />My soul is the wind of Thule <br />And evening is the sign, <br />The sun is but a Bubble, <br />A fragile child of mine.”<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dreamer-18/
