TO A CAPTIVE CRANE

by: Hamlin Garland (1860-1940)

      O, 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.

"To a Captive Crane" is reprinted from The New Poetry: An Anthology. Ed. Harriet Monroe. New York: The Macmillan Company, 1917.

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