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Poem by Hamlin Garland


In August


From the great trees the locusts cry
In quavering ecstatic duo—a boy
Shouts a wild call—a mourning dove
In the blue distance sobs—the wind
Wanders by, heavy with odors
Of corn and wheat and melon vines;
The trees tremble with delirious joy as the breeze
Greets them, one by one—now the oak
Now the great sycamore, now the elm.

And the locusts in brazen chorus, cry
Like stricken things, and the ring-dove's note
Sobs on in the dim distance.



Hamlin Garland


Hamlin Garland's other poems:
  1. The Ute Lover
  2. The Herald Crane
  3. The Meadow Lark
  4. To a Caotive Crane
  5. Pioneers


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