On Reading Omar K

A Poem by Vachel Lindsay On Reading Omar Khayyam [During an anti-saloon campaign, in central Illinois] In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish without me) And hid by a rose-hung wall, Forgetting the murder about me; And wrote, from my wound, on the stone, In mirth, half prayer, half play:-- "Send me a picture book, Send me a song, today." I saw him there by the wall When I scarce had written the line, In the enemy's colors dressed And the serpent-standard of ...
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