The Strength of the Lonely

A poem by Vachel Lindsay

(What the Mendicant Said)

The moon's a monk, unmated,
Who walks his cell, the sky.
His strength is that of heaven-vowed men
Who all life's flames defy.

They turn to stars or shadows,
They go like snow or dew -
Leaving behind no sorrow -
Only the arching blue.

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