|(Vachel Lindsay: Nov. 10, 1879-Dec. 5, 1931)|
The Golden Orchids
In the snow-bound waterfalls we found the golden orchids
Nodding in the moss beneath the thunder.
Though many a snowstorm there had come and gone,
Though many a wind had deeply snowed them under,
They nodded there, and slept in spite of thunder,
In delicate, serene and golden wonder.