Vachel Lindsay Euclid O LD Euclid drew a circle On a sand-beach long ago. He bounded and enclosed it With angles thus and so. His set of solemn greybeards Nodded and argued much Of arc and circumference, Diameter and such. A silent child stood by them From morning until noon Because they drew such charming Round pictures of the moon. What the Carpenter Said T HE moon's a cottage with a door.
Some folks can see it plain.
A sparkle through the pane, Showing the place is brighter still Within, though bright without. There, at a cosy open fire Strange babes are grouped about. So they again can fly. N O man should stand before the moon To make sweet song thereon, With dandified importance, His sense of humor gone. The jester's chastened mien, If we would woo that looking-glass And see what should be seen.