THESE lands are clothed in burning weather, These parched lands pant for God's cool rain; I look away where strike together The burnished sky and barren plain. I look away; no green thing gladdens My weary eye -- no flower, no tree, Naught save the earth, the sage-brush saddens The scorched, gray earth that sickens me. Oh for the pines, where the sweet wind revels! The ringing laugh of the crystal creek! Alas, gaunt Hunger haunts these levels, And Thirst goes wandering wan and weak. No shadow falls where swiftly passes The gray coyote's noiseless feet, No song of bird, no hint of grasses -- The home of Silence and of Heat! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A THUNDER-STORM (2ND VERSION) by EMILY DICKINSON THE OLD VIOLIN by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN RICH AND POOR; OR, SAINT AND SINNER by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK TO CHARLOTTE PULTENEY [IN HER MOTHER'S ARMS] by AMBROSE PHILIPS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |