The Tree of Laughing Bells, or The Wings of the Morning

A poem by Vachel Lindsay

[A Poem for Aviators]


How the Wings Were Made

From many morning-glories
That in an hour will fade,
From many pansy buds
Gathered in the shade,
From lily of the valley
And dandelion buds,
From fiery poppy-buds
Are the Wings of the Morning made.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'The Tree of Laughing Bells, or The Wings of the Morning' by Vachel Lindsay

comments powered by Disqus