Where prairies roll, the gods dispel The fragrance of an earthen smell, And on their broad and tranquil breast The grassy murmurs lull to rest As range winds gently rise and swell. There is a charm no tongue can tell In silent sweeps, where clanging bell Mars not the stillness that is blest Where prairies roll. Oh not for me the wooded dell That smothers like a prison cell; But in vast stretches of the west Where sunshine bathes hollow and crest, Let me abide; for all is well Where prairies roll. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL |