Classic Poem - The Leaden-Eyed

The Leaden-Eyed Let not young souls be smothered out beforeThey do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride.It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull,Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed.Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly;Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap;Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve;Not that they die, but that they die like sheep. -- Vachel LindsayComemnt:Some poets experience moments of extreme AWAKEness and clarity...