"Oh bury me not on the lone prairie," These words came low and mournfully From the pallid lips of a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day. He had waited in pain till o'er his brow Death's shadows fast were gathering now, He thought of home and his love ones nigh, As the cowboys gathered to see him die. "Oh bury me not on the lone prairie, Where the wild cayotes will howl o'er me, In a narrow grave just six by three, Oh bury me not on the lone prairie. "It matters not, I've oft been told, Where the body lies when the heart grows cold; Yet grant, oh grant, this wish to me, Oh bury me not on the lone prairie. "Oh bury me not on the lone prairie, Where the owl all night hoots mournfully, Where the rattlesnakes hiss and the crow flies free, Where the buffalo paws o'er a lone prairie. Oh bury me not on the lone prairie." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT KIND OF POEM' by KAREN SWENSON THE SUPPLIANT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE by ROBERT MORRIS TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS HYMN TO THE NAIADS by MARK AKENSIDE NUPTIAL ODE ON THE MARRIAGE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |