| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 128. To a Captive Crane |
| | | By Hamlin Garland |
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| 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 | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
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