Going-to-the-Sun

by Vachel Lindsay

THE FAIRY CIRCUS

A fairy ran a circus
With a pigeon puffed and proud,
A humble bullfrog
And a rather solid cloud.

She wore her underwear,
The rest wore what they had,
The frog wore a blue coat
Just like his dad.

The pigeon wore his feathers
And spread himself—O My!
The cloud wore sunshine
He gathered in the sky.

THE BATTLE-AX OF THE SUN

On the mountain peak I reached the drift
And I took it for a Christmas gift,
And I made ten soldiers out of snow.

But the battle-ax of my fairy foe
Cut to the ground my men of snow.

And who was he, my fairy foe,
Who brought my snowy army low?