Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд)
To a Caotive Crane
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 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.
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