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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Niagara</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the town of Buffalo<br>Are prosy men with leaden eyes.<br>Like ants they worry to and fro,<br>(Important men, in Buffalo.)<br>But only twenty miles away<br>A deathless glory is at play:<br>Niagara, Niagara.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The women buy their lace and cry: —<br>&quot;O such a delicate design,&quot;<br>And over ostrich feathers sigh,<br>By counters there, in Buffalo.<br>The children haunt the trinket shops,<br>They buy false-faces, bells, and tops,<br>Forgetting great Niagara.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the town of Buffalo<br>Are stores with garnets, sapphires, pearls,<br>Rubies, emeralds aglow, —<br>Opal chains in Buffalo,<br>Cherished symbols of success.<br>They value not your rainbow dress: —<br>Niagara, Niagara.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shaggy meaning of her name<br>This Buffalo, this recreant town,<br>Sharps and lawyers prune and tame:<br>Few pioneers in Buffalo;<br>Except young lovers flushed and fleet<br>And winds hallooing down the street:<br>&quot;Niagara, Niagara.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The journalists are sick of ink:<br>Boy prodigals are lost in wine,<br>By night where white and red lights blink,<br>The eyes of Death, in Buffalo.<br>And only twenty miles away<br>Are starlit rocks and healing spray: —<br>Niagara, Niagara.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the town a tiny bird,<br>A shining speck at sleepy dawn,<br>Forgets the ant-hill so absurd,<br>This self-important Buffalo.<br>Descending twenty miles away<br>He bathes his wings at break of day —<br>Niagara, Niagara.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What marching men of Buffalo <br>Flood the streets in rash crusade? <br>Fools-to-free-the-world, they go, <br>Primeval hearts from Buffalo. <br>Red cataracts of France today <br>Awake, three thousand miles away <br>An echo of Niagara, <br>The cataract Niagara.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q>
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Within the town of Buffalo
Are prosy men with leaden eyes.
Like ants they worry to and fro,
(Important men, in Buffalo.)
But only twenty miles away
A deathless glory is at play:
Niagara, Niagara.

The women buy their lace and cry: —
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