A crescent moon, the morning star, and sunrise in the sky, The far sweep of prairies wide, and a fresh breeze humming by. It's then I stand and look and long for somber hills, and high, Where boulders gloom, and in their shade bloom flowers, sweet and shy. O level plains and little hills that stretch so far away; Never a height to rest the eyes, a guide by night or day. O frozen sea whose rolling swells never again shall play Under the touch of restless winds, or tides which sweep and sway. Forever lying in a dream, sleeper I once thought fair, My heart now yearns for other charms, in fancy wanders where Under a smoky pall, rise night-like hills of beauty rare; For mighty rocks, and talking pines, and singing streams are there. And all the while I stand and look, linger and long and sigh, The prairie breeze, a wand'ring wind, comes soft and humming nigh. Where have you been, wild wind of dawn, ere far and fast you fly? O tell me, did you hear the pines' enchanting lullaby? A crescent moon, and morning star, a sky of blue and gold, The willows bare, a little creek, the prairie bleak and cold. The rising sun sends out his beams fair pictures to unfold. Unheeding all, I look beyond—a distant land behold. —HELEN KNIGHT GOODING, RAPID CITY | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISASTER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION WAPENTAKE; TO ALFRED TENNYSON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW COMPARISON OF LOVE TO A STREAM FALLING FROM THE ALPS by THOMAS WYATT ON A GRAVE IN CHRIST-CHURCH, HANTS by OSCAR FAY ADAMS THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. ROSES ALL THE WAY by T. BAKER SEEKING WATERS by DORIS R. BECK THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE SEVENTH AND EIGHTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |