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.
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- 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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