The Queen Of Bubbles

By Vachel Lindsay

[Written for a picture]

The Youth speaks: —:

"Why do you seek the sun

In your bubble-crown ascending?

Your chariot will melt to mist.

Your crown will have an ending."

The Goddess replies: — :

"Nay, sun is but a bubble,

Earth is a whiff of foam —

To my caves on the coast of Thule

Each night I call them home.

Thence Faiths blow forth to angels

And loves blow forth to men —

They break and turn to nothing

And I make them whole again.

On the crested waves of chaos

I ride them back reborn:

New stars I bring at evening

For those that burst at morn:

My soul is the wind of Thule

And evening is the sign —

The sun is but a bubble,

A fragile child of mine."