Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд)

To a Caotive Crane

Ho, brother! Art thou prisoned too?
Is thy heart hot with restless pain?
I heard the call thy bugle blew
Here by the bleak and chilling main
(Whilst round me shaven parks are spread
And cindered drives wind on and on);
And at thy cry, thy lifted head,
My gladdened heart was westward drawn.

O splendid bird! your trumpet brings
To my lone heart the prairie springs.

1. In August
2. The Ute Lover
3. The Herald Crane
4. A Tribute of Grasses
5. The Meadow Lark

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