Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be
by Vachel Lindsay
(What Grandpa told the Children)
The moon? It is a griffin’s egg,
Hatching to-morrow night.
And how the little boys will watch
With shouting and delight
To see him break the shell and stretch
And creep across the sky.
The boys will laugh. The little girls,
I fear, may hide and cry.
Yet gentle will the griffin be,
Most decorous and fat,
And walk up to the Milky Way
And lap it like a cat.
Collected Poems of Vachel Lindsay
The Faces of Love (Book 2)
Composer(s): Jake HeggieBuy via E. C. Schirmer