- Somewhere out West there lies a sloping plain
- That looks across the winding river track
A mile away to northward, bluish-black
- With elm and cottonwood, then up again
Rises to meet the distant sky. Green grain
- and greener grass in spring; in fall wheat stack
And pink brown prairie grass, stock at the rack,
- And marvels of sky this landscape doth contain.
Here was my dear one born and passed her days,
- Familiar with each bird and flower and tree,
- Light-hearted, supple-thewed, a boy in ways,
- Knew nature, music, books, but knew not me.
- How beautiful her youth! yet I confess,
The memory breeds in me strange loneliness.
|__William Herbert Carruth.
(Lawrence: The World Company. 1914)
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